The Visitor

I sat down at my table, alone in my cabin in the hills of Arizona. Sipping my chicken soup, the night was cold, Golden Valley had a very empty, cold feel to it. The nights were filled with shining stars, and you could easily see the Milky Way from my home.

I always believed that there were more than just us…aliens I mean, out there, living among the stars. I just never expected them to come pay me a surprise visit…or rather, just her. It was on a chilly fall night in my house, that I heard a faint noise, coming from somewhere above. I dropped my spoon, looking around, trying to find out where the noise was coming from. It could have easily been my air conditioning system, that thing was always making noise. But tonight it was only making a slow, and low humming that kept the dead of silence out. No, this sound was a bit louder, and it kept getting louder.

I decided to take a look outside, donning my thick windbreaker coat I opened the door and peeked my head out, the wind making a chill on my rough face. Still no source of this sound, I stepped out further, looking around. Was it a wayward teenager running through the night in a 4x4? A low flying airplane? Or perhaps an experimental jet fighter fresh out of Area 51…? None of these things seemed to make sense, the noise became clear that it was something from the sky, I looked up, and nearly jumped back as a comet flew through the sky, streaking past my house almost 50 feet above and landing about half a mile away from my home. I was on the ground now, the object had made an obvious explosion, but I expected the end of all life…or something. Instead, an ominous silence filled the air, like all deserts, the dead of silence was very common, but this was a little different. A bit more nerve wracking, and mind bending…it was only until my A/C kicked on again that I was brought back to reality.

I jumped to my feet, my human instincts kicking in, I dashed inside of my cabin for a flashlight and my truck keys, running out the front door and throwing open the door of my 94’ Dodge Ram. I fumbled with the keys, shoving them into the slot and twisting with force, the massive V8 roared to life and I gunned the accelerator, taking off into the night. Even with the high beams on, the darkness consumed the light, making it hard for me to see where I was going.

I reached the point of impact, my heart racing, expecting an explosion, I was surprised the military hadn’t raced in and dragged me away. Carefully holding the metal flashlight in my hand, I held it up like a cop would, clicking it on, the dust from my truck slowly blowing away. In my rush I forgot that I could have just pointed the headlights at the area, lighting my way, I probably should have done this, because my flashlight was just about dead…

I stumbled over to the crater that had been created, inside was…a pod, a small metal pod, small enough to fit in the massive bed of my pickup, but far too large for me to move on my own. I slowly approached it, expecting to be burnt by extreme heat. I may have lived out in the middle of frickin nowhere, but I knew that when something comes from space down to Earth, that something was gonna be HOT! Unbeknownst to me, I found out that the contents of this pod would turn out to be hot as well…just…not in the context of heat.

The pod was silent, no movement, whatever was inside, alive or dead, was obviously not in a hurry to get out. I got close enough to look inside of the small port hole that showed…little more than fog. I took the initiative, and grabbed what looked like a handle, and tugged. Nothing…I tugged again, this time using more force. The door creaked, but wouldn’t move. I dropped my flashlight and put both hands on the handle, putting my foot against the pod and jerking back with all my might, the door flew open and I almost yelled, falling on my behind on the disturbed ground. Fog slowly emanated from the pod, again I was awe struck, half expecting a face hugger from Alien to jump out at me and impregnate me with some sort of parasite. My fears were put to rest after five minutes of sitting there with an idiotic look on my face, as I slowly got to my feet, I took my flashlight and peered inside the pod. What I saw next, nearly made me black out. A thin, well built, clearly alien, girl laid curled up in the pod, completely unclothed. Her skin was a light blue, on her back was a thick black stripe that ran from the back of her head to her tail, continuing down only to be interrupted by thin white stripes that ran along its length. On her front was clearly a thick white stripe, going from the top of her neck clear down to between her shapely legs. She almost looked completely human, she had fairly large, at least C cup breasts, perfectly round, with large black nipples on the end of them, her hands were tucked between her legs, covering most of her mound, I shifted my view, and sure enough, I saw two lips of a vagina, curled up inside of her. Her slit was clearly in view, my eyes wandered to her rounded buttocks, a small anus clearly in view, soon interrupted by her long striped tail. Her head was almost flat on the front, she had a small nose, but her eyes were like closed slits, I expected cat’s eyes or something… Her head was angled backward to a point, I was guessing she was built for speed, as her legs were very well built, and her body seemed very aerodynamic.

I waved the light in her face, trying to wake her up, she didn’t move, I leant forward, putting my thumb gently on her eyelid and peeling it slowly up, shining the light in her eyes. She had shiny silver pupil-less eyes. They didn’t move or stir, nor did the rest of her body. She must’ve been knocked out on the impact. Being me, I was a very kind and hospitable person, but…this alien, was on a different level. Not only that, but the feds could easily take interest in me, and her. But…she was clearly in need, and I couldn’t just leave her lying there in the cold. I looked back at her, her blue skin beginning to form goose bumps, if I didn’t know any better I would say she was just a human in a costume!

Ignoring my own objections to taking in an extra terrestrial, I slowly cradled my arms around the alien girl, pulling her slowly out of the pod, she didn’t move or stir. She was light, and as I carried her to the warmth of my pickup, I couldn’t help but glance down at her little white slit, which had only a touch of hair above it. Her hands hung at her sides as I carried her, she was beautiful…breathtaking, but, it was not in my nature to take advantage of a woman, let alone an alien woman…

Slowly loading her into the large seat of my truck, I scooted her down, laying her head on the passenger door, turning the heat up, finally closing my door and shaking the cold out of my system. I didn’t realize my hands were numb until I slowly flexed my fingers, grabbing hold of the shifter just past the steering wheel and pulling it down to Reverse, I backed the truck out of the rut I got it in, then shifted back into Drive and headed back to the cabin. I tried to make the ride as smooth as possible, which wasn’t easy since those trucks in the 90’s had really rough rides to support lots of weight.

Finally arriving at the cabin, honestly trying to keep my eyes on the road and off of this alien knockout, I crawled out of my side, circling around and pulling her out slowly. Cradling her in my arms, I wedged open the door, sliding in sideways, hefting her over to the couch, and gently setting her down. I wasted no time in warming her up, I turned the A/C off and retrieved a large blanket, and covered her up to her shoulders, her nipples were hard from the cold, understandably, but I still couldn’t help but take one last look at her stunning body before covering her up and tucking her in. I sat down in the chair across from her, turning the TV off and setting myself deep in thought.

For what seemed like hours I sat there…watching her chest rise and fall as she slept, I kept my thoughts of her beauty aside and focused on what might happen to me if someone else found her…I could be in such deep shit. Shit so deep I may never be able to return to my cabin.
My thoughts were interrupted by a groan, my heart skipped a beat, my breathing stopped, even the house’s heater stopped. I waited…one minute…two…another groan. I looked around frantically, realizing the groan came from the girl. I didn’t move, so as not to surprise her, her shiny white eyes revealed themselves, that’s when she panicked. She threw her arms up, looking around and spotting me, huddling in the corner of the couch, I held my hands up.

“Please, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” I spoke softly.
She still sat there, clearly frightened, but she seemed to understand me, hell she even knew English… “Who…who are you?” she stuttered. I didn’t dare move, “I found you in the desert, your…pod crashed just a half-mile away from here, I found you, unconscious.” That obviously didn’t answer her question, but she nodded anyway. I slowly stood up, she twitched, but didn’t run, slowly taking small steps toward her with my hands up, I got within arm’s length of her, “My name is Nathan…” I held my firm hand out, a gesture of friendliness. She obviously caught on, she slowly extended her small hand out, and gently squeezed my hand, we shook slowly, and then she quickly retreated her hand beneath the blanket. I walked backwards toward my chair, keeping firm eye contact, slowly sitting down and looking into her clear white eyes.
She finally spoke after another two minutes of silence, “My name…is Korin.” She said in a tiny voice. The name repeated itself in my head, a unique name, obviously, because she wasn’t human anyway. I nodded and smiled at her, trying to ease her mind, she was a little less shaky now, but the fear seemed to stay in her bright eyes.

I sat motionless for at least ten minutes before finally standing, she flinched, I raised my hands again, and walked around the couch this time, headed for the kitchen, she looked at me, bewildered, I could see her back clearly, her thin figure clearly visible, her tail poked out from behind and sat level with her head, she was swaying the edge back and forth in curiosity.
I retrieved a soda from the fridge, and held it above the door for her to see, she cocked her head at me, I made a motion like I was going to drink it, lifting it to my mouth, she understood and nodded her head. I retrieved a second can, walking around the closed door back into the living area, handing the cold can to her. She let the blanket hang over her chest as she took the can in her hands, clearly confused. I kicked myself in the face for forgetting that she was obviously not familiar with human technology, and I carefully took the can from her hands. Pulling the tab back, the can hissed, and with a final jerk of my finger, the can opened, she swayed her tail in curiosity as I handed the can back to her. She slowly took it in her hands and sipped from the open end, smiling, enjoying the crisp taste. I smiled and raised my can, opening it and taking a long swig before setting it down on the table. I looked over to her and smiled, she kept her eyes wide, staring at me, almost in fear. "So...where do you come from?" I asked, trying to break the ice that seemed over 20 feet thick...
"I'm...from a planet, outside of this system, my ship was attacked, I managed to flee in an escape pod, though...the battle kind of caught me at a bad time..." she said weakly

I remembered she was naked, and stood again, this time she didn’t flinch, but watched me as I walked into my room, retrieving a long T-shirt that would easily fit her. I walked back in and handed her the shirt, she looked at it, then me, confused. I tried my best to explain it to her, but she still gave me a very confused look, clearly her people wore different clothing than we did. I stood up, and took the shirt from her, then, carefully put my hands on her shoulders in a reassuring grip, she looked at me. The glassy white eyes inspiring awe in my soul, I opened up the neck of the shirt and slid it over her head, she watched as I gently took each of her arms and slid them through the holes in the shirt, the blanket had slid down to her waist now, and her rounded breasts were clearly in view. I tried my best to keep my eyes on her eyes, as I put her arm through the other hole, and slid the shirt down over her chest. I let out a sigh as I got the shirt down to her waist, she took the initiative and looked down, covering her mound with the rest of the shirt, it easily went down to her thighs. I smiled at her, she smiled back. “Thank you.”

I nodded, almost inclined to kiss her, but…the thought seemed kind of awkward, who knew what she had in that mouth of hers. I let the thought slip from my mind as I went to sit back at my chair, suddenly feeling a tug at the back of my jacket. She had her hand bunched up in the material, she clearly wanted me to stay around. I obliged and sat down a few feet away from her, she shirked the blanket and let it fall on the floor, curling up her legs she sat quietly and studied me. Korin looked at me, observing my every detail, from my head to my toe. She was clearly intrigued. I was well built, then again I had to be, I lived in the middle of nowhere. I kept a six pack of abs, fairly well built arms, and a broad set of shoulders. I was no body builder, but I was easily capable of doing heavy lifting.

She continued to stare at me, which, was a little awkward, but, being an alien visitor I felt it was only natural of her to study me. I reached forward and grabbed the remote to my TV, turning it on and glancing at her, smiling, I looked back at the TV and cycled through the channels. Keeping my mind off of her, trying to keep any kind of hard-on at bay, I absentmindedly watched TV, taking the time to pull off my jacket, revealing my well structured body. She stared at me continuously, looking over my shirt, which hid my pale white skin, her tail swaying in curiosity. She scooted closer to me, I purposely ignored her, but secretly kept aware of her gazes. I relaxed a little, hunching down in the couch and putting my hands over my stomach, she followed my hands, and looked over my pants. They easily covered my own member, which was slowly, but surely, growing in size from all this attention. She looked down my legs, but couldn’t see much, I wore loose pants so I could move around, it wasn’t my fault she couldn’t check me out.
I don’t know if I would offend her by checking her out, but I let her make the moves, her being my visitor after all. Suddenly, I felt her hand carefully grasp my arm, I looked over, she was observing it carefully, looking back at me in worry, I gave her a reassuring nod, allowing her to continue. She looked down my arm, to my thick hand, my fingers weren’t thin, but compared to hers, they were like sausages. She examined each finger, noticing the small cuts and scars that had been obtained from all the work that came with living alone.

Korin looked at her own hand, then turned mine so it was palm up, I turned to watch her as she placed her own hand on top of mine. They were tiny in comparison, but other than the blue and black hues, they looked exactly like human hands. I took a gamble and folded my fingers slowly inward, she looked at me, I smiled, wrapping her hand in mine, she smiled back, intertwining her fingers with mine. She held my hand like this for almost 15 minutes, reveling in its warmth. I glanced at her from time to time, she was concentrating on the TV now, her eyes carefully watching it. I began to study her, starting from her head, down her thin neck. I kept moving my eyes downward, past her rounded chest and flat stomach. My eyes found the bottom of the shirt, while in her exploration of me, she had let hike up slightly, I could barely see in between her shapely legs, the very bottom of her slit peeking out at me.
I gulped, averting my eyes, she looked at me and smiled, she was watching me check her out. “I’ve never seen a human before…let alone…be this close to one. I can tell you’re just as interested in me as I am you.” she smiled at me and relaxed her grip on my hand, and I released hers. I looked at her nervously, searching her eyes. She smiled at me and leaned closer, slowly resting her head on my shoulder. “HOLY CRAP!!!” I thought, this alien girl was in to me! The feeling was incredible, I could not only attract human girls, but even knockout alien girls like her.

Korin let her hand rest on my lower thigh, she was totally relaxed now, content with her surroundings, again my hand found hers, and I gently gripped it. I began to hear a sound similar to purring, I cocked my head, the sound was coming from her! Now, I’m not that big on animal sex, but her purring took me to a whole new level of “turned on”. I listened to the sound of her purring, the TV being drowned out by the epic silence that surrounded us. Her hand pulled away from mine, and I almost let out a sigh of despair, but she slowly moved her hand carefully, and very slowly, up and down my thigh, going from me knee, to about mid thigh. I was shocked, she was REALLY in to me… “I’m about to score with an alien chick…” I thought again. My hand took its own course, gently gripping her uncovered thigh, she sighed and shifted her legs to allow me to slowly move my hand up and down her leg, her tail swayed around her leg and curled around my wrist.

The touching went on for another half hour, time seemed to just seemed to ooze by…among other things, and I paid no attention to the TV, just the feel of her round thigh, and the sound of her content purring. One thing led to another, as her hand started to move upward on my leg, and mine did the same, we were practically about to touch each other’s genitals when she suddenly pulled away. My mind gave a shout of disdain, but that shout was suddenly dulled, her hands carefully gripped my head and she turned it toward her face, I looked her in awe, her face was beautiful all in its own.
I slowly moved toward her, and she moved toward me, a voice in the back of my head told me to stop, this was an alien I was about to kiss, that’s just sick! But I paid no heed as our eyes slowly closed, and our lips met. The feeling was electrifiying, her mouth didn’t open and she didn’t try to eat me, nor did she yell in disapproval, she relished the feeling of our kissing, and relaxed totally. I put my arms around the small of her back, pulling her closer, she put her hands around my neck and continued to kiss me back.
I was in heaven, but I was feeling bold, my tongue slowly snaked forward and tapped her lips, she didn’t freak out, or even mind for that matter, her mouth opened, and my tongue met hers, twisting and dancing together as we traded saliva. “Yup, her tongue is normal too.” I thought.

I was frenching a smoking hot alien woman…that’s a whole new level of awesome, I was excited like no other person could ever be, and my hidden member responded by quickly pulsating and growing. I could only imagine her slit becoming swollen and moist at our kissing. Indeed my hopes were fulfilled, as she slowly spread her legs, putting her hands on mine and easing them slowly downwards as she kept me locked in a long never ending kiss. “I entertain her, let her make the moves, I reap the rewards.” I thought. She was certainly rewarding me, because she allowed me to slip my hands under her shirt, I felt the ultra soft skin of her flat tummy, she shifted once more, spreading her legs a little wider, my mind yelled and screamed for me to open my eyes and take in her clearly excited body, but, letting myself relax, I ran my hands up and down her sides, I relished in the feeling of her soft skin. Her arms were now locked around my neck, pulling my closer to her than ever before, she continued to play tongue tag with me, as my hands moved upward and brushed against her rounded breasts.

Korin gave a muffled moan of approval, and kissed me with more and more vigor, our heads were swaying back and forth, kissing and exploring the depths of our mouths, my hands cupped her large tits, finally feeling her swollen glands in my hands gave me a huge rush of confidence and excitement, and I began to gently massage them in my hands. Again she gave another moan, and her arms locked themselves tighter around my neck, I massaged her tits for what seemed like an eternity, tweaking her engorged nipples in my hands, sending shivers down her spine, and down to the tip of her tail.
She broke our kiss, pulling the shirt off of herself, giving me a spectacular view of her rounded tits, her legs were a little closed now, but I managed to catch a glimpse of her well kept pubic hair. I was in love now, and I leaned my head forward to suck on her beautiful breasts, she was a little confused, and watched me carefully, and after taking in one of her tits in my mouth, flicking my tongue over her swollen nipple, she grabbed my head and held it firm over her breast, not letting me stop for a second. She began to moan with pleasure, spreading her legs slightly, I used my other hand to massage and squeeze her other breast, and she was in heaven now, taken over by the massive feelings of lust. Korin gasped and sighed with every long lick I took of her magnificent breasts, trading sides every few minutes, licking each one with more and more vigor. Her hands began trailing down my body, and she tugged at my shirt. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, she was awestruck, my well built body was now in plain sight, and she took me in. Finally throwing her arms around me again, she locked me in another passionate kiss that seemed unending. I could care less if the feds stormed my house now, I was in pure sexual bliss with an alien!

Korin wasted no time getting herself ready, as she spread her legs and took my hand, sliding it down her flat stomach, past her trimmed bush and over her swollen mound. Her pussy lips wet and thicker now, she moaned at my touch, and I wasted no time in satisfying her needs. My hand caressed her cunt, rubbing up and down her wet slit, her juices were flowing freely, and my cock was raging hard, it was painful being stuck inside of my pants…

She must’ve sensed this, because her hand moved straight toward my prick, trapped inside it’s denim prison, she gently caressed it, I could tell she almost had no idea on what to do. I was sure her males were about the same as ours, but she just seemed so innocent, I didn’t doubt she was a virgin. I let her probe my pants, rubbing and squeezing, trying to please me, which wasn’t hard, because I was having the time of my life rubbing her sweet little pussy.

Her breathing became ragged, her tail swaying from side to side, and she looked at me, almost worried, as if she had no real idea what I was doing to her, I gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her tenderly, her hand left my crotch and wrapped around my bare back. I didn’t mind, I was too preoccupied in rubbing her cunt than to pay attention to my own needs. She began to moan in my mouth, her breathing becoming faster, in synchronicity I rubbed her back in time with her breathing. She inhaled to meet the touch of my finger, and exhaled as it slid up and down her soaked cunt. I became even more daring, and I ever so carefully pushed a finger between her wet lips into her waiting cunt, she gasped, almost sucking the air out of my own lungs as she broke our kiss and set her head on my shoulder, grinding her hips into my hand. I was now finger fucking the little minx, her moans were innocent and so heart-melting, I thought I was going to get off on my own accord.

Her body became hotter and hotter, and her pussy oozed sweet juices as her orgasm built, her moaning became louder, and the couch creaked as she humped my hand. Korin’s head shot backwards and she groaned in lust, arching her back, straightening her tail, she became stiff, and I could feel the warmth on my hand that was her cum, sliding over my hand and forming in a pool on the couch. She kept her head up high, breathing heavily and squeezing me damn near to the point of suffocation as she was slowly let back down. I slowly and tenderly rubbed her sweet little puss as she relaxed, finally withdrawing my hand from the warm and wet sanctuary, I brought it to my lips. Sniffing it, it smelled sweet, I tentatively stuck my tongue out to lick my fingers, and tasted her sweet nectar. It damn near tasted like strawberries, as I devoured my own hand, sucking all the juices off of it as she watched me.

She looked at me and giggled, slowly moving her hand up and down her cunt, spreading her juices. I could tell she trusted me now, because her hand moved back to my enclosed cock, it needed to be freed, and I desperately wanted it to be. I quickly unzipped my pants and yanked them off myself, my thick member making a tent in my boxer shorts, I slowly pulled them off as well. Her eyes widened as I revealed a long 8” swollen member, pulsating and slowly oozing precum. She reached out to touch it, and it twitched as her fingers dabbed the head, she giggled, and touched it again, this time getting precum on her fingers. She looked at them carefully, almost playing with the stuff between her fingers, she carefully drew her hand to her mouth, licking off the ooze. She liked it, I could tell, her tail was wagging back and forth, her face filled with joy, she had to have more. She leaned her head down over my cock and carefully licked it. The feeling of her tongue on my cock was incredible, Korin licked it like a frickin lollypop as she carefully wrapped her hand around the shaft, slowly stroking it. She seemed to know what she was doing, though, I knew she was a virgin, her pussy was so tight, and I could make out a sort of hymen a few inches in when I fingered her. Virginity aside, she took me in a few inches, sucking and reveling in my cock’s taste.

My head was spinning, my hand carefully gripped her neck as I gently massaged it, urging her on. She became bold in her own and moved her head up and down faster and further, consuming my cock in her wet mouth with ease. I was in heaven now, and I could feel my own orgasm building within me. She cradled my sensitive balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in her hands, this set my mind into “fuck mode” and I began to slowly shove myself into her mouth. She made no protests and took me in and out of her mouth, almost holding her head still as I fucked her face. I groaned and rose my hips up and down with her sucking, she tightened her lips and began purring again, and the vibrations set me off as I groaned and forced myself into her, unleashing a torrent of hot sticky cum. She squealed, but kept her head down, swallowing my load with ease, not even bothering to come up for a breath, she milked me dry, and lifted her head. Smiling, I heard her swallow, and I sat back for the first time, breathing heavily.
She beamed at me, a tiny bit of my cum sliding down the side of her mouth, she stuck her tongue out and licked it clean, licking her lips at me and giving me a look of pure ecstasy. “I think she really wants it…” I thought again, and she smiled at me and began to stroke my softening cock, her tail swaying slowly to the side. I winced at the tiny amount of pain from being drained, but I sighed and let her work my cock hard again. Korin carefully stroked my dick back to full thickness and carefully licked it again.
“Humans, have a way of showing great compassion for one another…I’ve…never actually experienced this before, even with my own kind.” She admitted.

This fact made the conclusion, she was a virgin, I wouldn’t mind going easy on her, but the thought of penetrating this wanton alien babe was almost too much for me, and my dick became harder than ever. I put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I won’t hurt you, just lie down and let me guide you.”

She looked at me, she had placed her trust in me now, and an enormous weight was on my shoulders. She did as she was told, and slowly laid back, her stunning body on display for me, she laid her tail down flat between her legs. I couldn’t help but just stare at her beautiful tits, her tight thighs and stomach, and her glistening wet pussy, now swelling and oozing with cum. She was excited like all hell, and she wanted it now, but, I had to get her ready, my girth was of pretty decent size, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
I carefully licked her beautiful breasts again, working my way from her chest down to her naval. Licking her flat and ultra soft stomach, she moaned quietly and shivered. I continued to lick down her belly, past her waist line and over her pubic hair, down to her wet pulsating pussy. She gasped and shuddered in anticipation as I inhaled her musky scent. She spread her legs even wider to allow me access to her mound, I eagerly obliged and passed my tongue over her sweet cunt. She inhaled sharply and pulled my head into her cunt with her hands, my tongue dancing over her swollen lips. Working my muscle in and out of her snatch with ease, her hips gyrated and squirmed, her breathing became heavier and louder, she was going to cum again, very soon. I stopped my oral assault, and she groaned from the loss of my tongue in her pussy. I smiled and spread her legs even wider, positioning my throbbing cock outside of her blue and white entrance. Her juices were oozing out of her hole and forming a nice pool in the couch, she was moaning and watching me as I rubbed the tip of my cock over her pussy lips, giving off a wonderful tingling sensation for the both of us.

My own cock begged me to continue, and looking into her silvery eyes, I knew she wanted more. I exhaled, and slowly, delicately, pushed my way into her tight, wet cunt. The feeling was incredible, I had done other women before, but her pussy was exhilarating, it gripped me, and her inner muscles contracted and stretched with the movement of my cock. Her pussy was deep, but at halfway, the usual barrier of the hymen stopped me, and I looked at her eyes. She had a concerned look, I leaned down without moving my cock any further and kissed her, whispering to her, “Everything will be alright.” She nodded and gave a tiny whimper, then leaned back. I put my hands on her hips as carefully as I could, and tapped her hymen…once…twice…and, with a final small grunt, I pushed forward. Korin bit her lip and tears streaked out of her eyes, she couldn’t help but let out a squeal of pain as she began to cry, her tail was now wrapped around my leg like a snake.

I leaned down and kissed her over and over again, kissing her tear streaked face but holding my thick cock in a firm position. Her cries of pain soon faded away, I kept kissing her face, and she moaned and spread her legs wider. Korin’s pussy was now sucking on my cock in its own way, milking and squeezing it. She was soon moving her hips around, trying to push me further, I smiled and licked her neck, then pushed myself in the rest of the way. Towards the end her pussy caved inwards, and I hit her cervix around the same time my cock slid to the hilt. The feeling of her pussy milking me was incredible, and I knew she was enjoying the feeling of having a massive cock inside of her. Instinct kicked in, and I began sliding my throbbing member in and out of her cock gripping pussy, her muscles expanded and contracted to accommodate me, her tight wet puss making my cock feel right at home.
Plunging in and out of her, we both began to moan in unison, Korin began to purr again, and she muttered small words in her own language, wrapping her arms around my neck and staring deep into my eyes. Our bodies were one, and my nether regions became a blur as my cock dove in and out of her tight little cunt faster and harder. Her moans turned to high pitched squeals, every time I pushed in, she pushed back just as hard, and made a little mewing sound with each thrust.

I could feel a tensing in my cock, I was getting close to cumming, and I searched her eyes, I finally managed to get out, “I’m…gonna…cum…real soon!” Her moans subsided and she looked at me, nodding her head with my thrusts, “Fill…me…up, I want to…feel your cum…inside me!” her moaning continued again. A quick image flashed in my mind, she was alien anyway, I could probably cum in her as many times as I liked and get away with it…

This thought reinforced my fucking, and she kept moaning, and crying out, “Fuck!” every third or fourth stroke. Her “Fucks” turned to “Fffuggd!!”s, as her cum built up and struck her like a ton of bricks. She arched her back and wailed, her hot cum washing over my cock and balls as her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her tail shot out, straight as an arrow. Her yelling was soon drowned out by mine, and I rammed myself into her hot little cunt and exploded inside of her. Korin’s eyes opened wide and she grimaced and moaned, my cock let out a river of white hot cum and drenched her pussy, flooding her cunt so much it began to seep out the sides and slide down her ass crack.

I was leaning back, fucking her with abandon now, ramming my still cumming cock into her tight grasping pussy. She was thrusting her hips back into me as I shot 6 to 7 streams of boiling cum into her willing cunt. I groaned and leaned forward, she looked back at me, drool oozing down the side of her mouth. She was in pure bliss, but my cock was still very hard, I had to have more. I pulled out of Korin, her gripping pussy fighting to keep my cock inside, made a sloppy pop as I pulled out. Her juices and mine mixed as they flowed out of her, I carefully grabbed her ass cheeks and flipped her onto her stomach, letting her legs hang off the edge of the couch, and I had a perfect view of her tight round ass. Her pussy gurgled and oozed slime as I rubbed my cock between her cheeks, smiling as her tail swayed slowly over her back.
Korin was soon pushing back at me, begging, “Put it in me…please…I need more.”
Her pleas went fulfilled, and I shoved my throbbing cock back into her tight, swollen and very fucked pussy. Korin groaned and pushed back, my cock quickly bottoming out and tapping her cervix once more, the excess cum drained out of her pussy between the gaps and oozed down her legs. Her expression was vacant, her mouth hung open as she grunted and groan with each shove, she wrapped her long tail around my waist, trapping me inside.

I pushed in and out of her, squeezing her ass, no longer was she a nervous, lost little alien, but a wanton minx full of fire and lust. She fucked me back, thrusting her ass into me as I penetrated her. I leaned forward and caressed her swaying tits, Korin groaned and moved her hand past mine to rub her swollen cunt. My cock was bottoming out in her tight snatch, her legs were shaking, her arms hanging uselessly at her sides, the only thing holding her up now was her head. I thought her tail might suffocate me as she squeezed harder and harder with it, but the pleasure of again fucking her sweet little pussy was overwhelming, and I soon began to feel my cum build up again.

Korin’s back straightened, her tail constricting me as her juices washed over me again, she came once, twice, three times in a row as I fucked her little pussy to the point of making it sore. Her thrusting combined with mine made this the best fuck I had in my life…and here came the finisher.
Korin’s cum washed over my balls to the point of it dripping off of them as they swayed and slapped her spasming cunt, I groaned and grunted as I fucked into her, she recovered from her previous orgasms quickly, and turned her head back. “Fuck me…fuck my tight little pussy Nathan! Fuck it hard!” Her words were like thunder in my loins as I brutally squeezed her ass, she moaned louder, yelling my name and screaming dirty words.

“Cum in my pussy baby! Cum inside of me, fill me up with your spunk baby!!!” she wailed as she banged her fists on the couch, lost in another orgasm. I rammed into her again and again, and pushed in as deep as I could, penetrating her tight little cervix.
She groaned and screamed as I filled her womb with my spunk, her belly expanding as I flooded her cunt with my cream. Her pussy literally grabbed at my cock, flexing around it and making a gap between the outer lips and my cock each time she convulsed. Her pussy opened wide and almost gnawed on my cock as I continued to flood her insides. Her womb was full to the brim of my sperm, and it began flowing out of her pussy in small globs. Her head twitched and she collapsed on the couch, her fingers and tail twitching, as my cock spurted a few more drops of hot steamy cum into her puss.
After I collapsed on her back, her sweaty body sticking to mine, I slowly inched my hips back and slid out of her now reddened cunt. Her lips again sucked my cock clean and the wet plop of pulling out gave me a wave of satisfaction. Korin’s head rolled to the side and she looked at me, her silver eyes searching mine, “That was incredible…”

I nodded and smiled, kissing her forehead, looking down I noticed how big her belly had gotten, and she almost looked 5 months pregnant! Slowly rubbing her now bulging tummy, I kissed her face, her body still bent over the side of the couch, with her ass and swollen pussy for all to see.
The blue skinned minx crawled up the couch and sat down, and I sat with her, cradling her in my arms as she hopped on top of my lap, purring softly. I rocked her slowly as if she was my child, I stared down at her pubic mound, watching her belly slowly flatten as the cum that I had injected into her flow out of her soppy cunt and down her ass and tail.

We were in love, I knew it, she held me tight and purred contently, wrapping her tail around my arm as I slowly rocked her. The silence of the cabin engulfed us, and we were in pure, unadulterated love.
10 minutes later…her eyes popped open, feeling something pushing against the small of her back, she smiled again.

“Ready for another run, huh?” she grinned
I nodded, “I think I’m ready for more.”

To be continued…

To be an Assassin (4)

Author's Note: I love my fans. Really I do. Enjoy. I am completely and utterly sleep deprived trying to get this done. The sex scene at the end was holding me up. I hope I made it worth the wait. It is ubber mega rough draft. I don't care too much about grammar or spelling, especially considering my eyes are so heavy I'm typing by touch cuz can't see the screen. My bed calls... It's too far away... my keyboard is soft enough....



"That's great news!" Alt smiled when Calsa told him about her mother being alive. Her eyes shined with joy and hope. "And now that the Torak Lakus are here, they will help reunite you. But don't let it make you lose sight of passing the final ritual."

"Are you kidding? Imagine how pleased she would be if I told her I was the first female Ha'trin in over a thousand years! I'm more determined now than ever!" Calsa grinned, overjoyed.

"Good. Now try to get some sleep. Tomorrow, we head back home. We have to tell Sanlis of our success. In a few days after we get home, we'll be contacting the others who do not live at the village, get them all organized and ready to coordinate attacks with the Torak Lakus. And maybe, in a few weeks, you can take the final ritual." He laid back into the cot.

Calsa stared at him in surprise. "You... you think I'm ready?"

"As ready as you'll ever be. You've trained hard. And you've proven yourself in this trip." He turned onto his side, facing the wall. "But I am tired. Getting ones face crushed by a giant gun wielding lizard isn't a relaxing experience. Good night."

Sitting back onto her cot, Calsa could barely contain herself. She would take the final ritual. It was very secret thing; it was never the same for any two people. It was designed individually to test each student, make sure they could handle themselves in true combat. It was possible to die in the final ritual. But for those who survived, they were stripped of their inherent magic, making them immune to the power of the Ha'tinre and any other magic wielder.

Calsa didn't know how long, or even if she really slept. Her mind was such abuzz. She followed Alt as he and Barkley finished discussing the plans for the war. Alt was given a small radio, one with a crypted frequency so that when the time came to start moving, the message could be sent without prying ears. When they emerged from the underground hideout, it was still dark, though the sky was starting to grey with the morning. They wanted to leave before the Templiks in the outpost began their duties. As they had discovered, the captain of the outpost guards was already dead, replaced effortlessly by a shadowshifter. As Barkley had said, "These shifters are experts at making themselves one of any creature they take the form of, blending effortlessly in with any society, any type of work, and any personalty they need to."

"Their organization is very impressive," Alt stated as they headed out of the small outpost. "It's hard to imagine that the Reds can even hold their own against them."

Calsa said nothing, the thought of seeing her mother again, hopefully soon, still on her mind. Alt spurred Marm into a swift trot, hoping to get home as soon as they could. The trip home was like a blur in Calsa's mind. She hardly paid any attention to what was going on. When Alt gave her food, she didn't taste it, barely slept. All she could think about was that there was the hope of seeing her mother again. That thought burned so brightly in her thoughts that she almost didn't even comprehend Alt saying he could feel something nearby, something menacing.

Only then did Calsa snap out of her trance. She glanced around, realizing that her instincts were tingling. Alt's hand slipped under his shirt where the pistol had been all along. His eyes darted about. Calsa whispered to him across the fire, "What...?"

Alt's hand came up, cutting her question off. The hiss of a blade was not lost on him though Calsa heard it only when she looked back on the event that was unfolding. A thin blade flashed in the fire light, Alt falling back onto his back to avoid it. He continued his momentum, flipping over, his legs out straight to make contact with the black clothed figure behind him. The man grunted as he fell back, Alt quickly gaining his feet. But that was no use.

An arm slipped around Calsa's throat, drawing her against a powerful body. She let out a quick scream before a hand was clamped against her mouth, holding her jaw shut. She squirmed and struggled, trying to get out of the person's grasp, but he was too powerful. She heard several more people hurrying into the fray, Alt snarling as he pulled out his pistol only to have his arms grabbed and held immobile. The men holding Alt managed to force him to his stomach, using their knees against his spine to keep him subdued.

At last, one of the men came into the firelight, his faint glowing green eyes making Calsa's heart pound. The Ha'tinre looked down at Alt. "To think we just happen to cross paths, my dear Ha'trin." Then those glowing eyes flicked to Calsa. The evil in there sent a shiver down her spine. "And you have an apprentice. A bit young to be out in the field with you. You Ha'trin like to keep your young out of harms way, where they can stay weak and ignorant." The Ha'tinre walked up to Calsa, peering down at her. He smiled behind the face wrapping. "I see this one is not so well trained. Hatred burns in his heart. I think he'd make a far better Ha'tinre."

Calsa jerked, trying to wrench free of the one holding her, growling in anger. But her efforts meerly made the obvious leader of them laugh. He then turned and looked back down to Alt. "It is, however, not our custom to kill the young. You, however, Ha'trin, are a different story."

"Since when do the Ha'tinre have any sense of honor or mercy?" Alt rumbled out from his position on the ground.

The Ha'tinre squatted down to Alt. He gestured to his kin to let Alt up to his knees. Alt glared at the Ha'tinre in those glowing eyes. It was then that the Ha'tinre leader leaned forward, speaking softly in Alt's ear. "Since the Clan of the Plains could ever remember."

Alt jerked back, looking at the man with surprise. "I thought the clan was dead."

"Not quite. What you see is all that is left. And best no one know. If we were any other clan, you would be dead. But after our 'brethren' tried to eradicate us, we got rather good at being out of sight, and out of mind. Time for hiding is past, though. You obviously know whether the rumors have more validity than we. We cannot hide amongst the masses like you, Ha'trin." The Ha'tinre was making an obvious effort to be diplomatic. Normally, his kind would kill any they had the fancy to kill, and Ha'trin were their favorite, but this clan was about just as hunted as their enemy.

"You want to know if the Torak Lakus are here?" Alt sneered. "What makes you think I have any inclination to tell you?"

The look of murder in the Ha'tinre's eyes almost made Alt regret his words. The man hissed out his next words as if trying with more effort than he ever had before to keep from slitting Alt's throat. "Because we do not ask where they are, only that they are here." And then as if he couldn't hold it back, he added, "And because I can kill you and ask your little apprentice here."

Alt let out a breath. He made himself calm, thinking about the options. It was obvious these Ha'tinre were after something other than the lives of a pair of Ha'trin. They knew nothing of true diplomacy, only the agent of fear. But for many years the Clan of the Plains had been peaceful, building their numbers, even refusing to take jobs that would mean they had to attack the Ha'trin on the planet. In a desperate attempt to keep the Templiks off their world, the clan had practically sacrificed itself to the far larger Ha'tinre clans, trying to appease them and prevent their coming.

Finally, Alt sighed. "For the sake of our histories, I will tell you they are here. We are in the service of the Torak Lakus. They have agents everywhere. They are well organized and well armed."

The Ha'tinre let out a breath. "So it is true. They have Shadowshifters among them?"

"Yes."

The Ha'tinre pulled a slip of paper from his sash, tucking it into Alt's shirt. "This is for them. Should you find them again, I think it will help them. I do not like our brethren on this world. I would rather them take their war elsewhere." He then stood, looking down at Alt. "And remember, Ha'trin, we could have killed you. You owe us."

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Calsa groaned, the sunlight piercing her eyelids. She held up her hand to shade her eyes as they squinted open. She sat up, groaning again. The side of her head pounded. Then the events of the night flooded her and she glanced about rapidly, noticing Alt laying on his stomach in the leaves. She scrambled to her feet, kneeling beside him. "Master Alt? Master Alt?" She shook him. When he didn't respond, a spike of panic raced through her. "Alt? Please wake up! Alt?"

"That's 'Master Alt' to you." Slowly, he got up, sitting back on his ankles. He coughed, his throat dry from having had his face in the leaves all night. He looked around, finding his water canteen and gulping it down. Finally, when the bottle was empty, he looked to Calsa. "Are you alright?"

She looked around in suspicion. "Just a headache."

Alt grabbed her by the chin and turned her head, making her allow him to examine where the Ha'tinre had struck her. "Interesting they didn't just put you to sleep. They knew you hadn't gone through the ritual yet, you're still suseptible to their magic." He let out a sigh. "They must have some strong self honor code, treating you as a true Ha'trin rather than a normal person." Then Alt felt at his chest, reaching into his shirt to pull out the slip of paper the Ha'tinre had left him. He unfolded the paper, his brow furrowing. "What is this?"

Calsa peered at it. It was a crudely drawn device, with notes scribbled around it. It seemed as though whoever made this had been in a hurry. Alt turned the paper this way and that, trying to figure out what it was he looked at. Then he saw a few words that caught his eye. "Cal... I think... I think this is the device that the Templiks are using to make Shadowshifters solid!"

Calsa looked up at him. "Really? They would give anything to get their hands on this! That device is killing them!"

"Indeed." He quickly folded it back up, tucking it into a small pocket in his shirt, his eyes darting about. He noticed their weapons had been left behind. "The Clan of the Plains is as close to a fair and kind clan as the Ha'tinre can get," he muttered as he stood and picked up his pistol, tucking it away. He still glanced about cautiously.

Helping Calsa to her feet, Alt checked Marm over. He then covered the cold ashes of their fire. "We better get home now. The Ha'tinre were extremely uptight; I could see a couple in the trees, keeping a look out. They know they're being hunted, which means we're on the radar of whoever is after them. We need to be long gone from here in case the hunters are not far behind." He swung up onto Marm's back, hauling Calsa up behind him.

She slipped her arms around his waist as Alt dug his ankles into her side. With a grunt of protest, Marm took off in a gallop, all six legs extending gracefully in massive bounding strides. She covered the distance home in only a couple of hours.

As they rushed into town, Alt just barely slowed Marm long enough to call to the guards in the trees. "Sharp eyes, brothers, we may be followed!" He spurred Marm back to full gallop, finally pulling her to a sudden stop before the longhouse. Marm let out an angry caw, shuddering and snorting as she stood still while Alt hopped off her to hurry in. The quicker he could tell Sanlis, the better. Calsa held her reins as she, too, dismounted, offering them to another Ha'trin who had come forward to find out what was going on. He raised a brow, but took the reins without hesitation.

"What?" Calsa heard Sanlis exclaim as she rushed into the longhouse. "Quickly, then, we must get everyone ready. Who knows what manner of life might have been sent after the Clan of the Plains. Obviously, they took massive risk to get this, it is only fair we take the heat off them. Where is your apprentice?"

"Here!" Calsa came forward.

"Tell me, Cal, what happened?" As he spoke, he nodded to Alt, dismissing him to get the town ready for a possible attack.

"Well, sir, we found out the Torak Lakus has a few Alliance aliens among them. We met a few of them. And they have many Shadowshifters on their side. They've already killed and replaced several commanders and other high level officials." She fidgetted a bit which was not lost on Sanlis.

"Anything else?"

"Well, one of the Shadowshifters, I knew him when I was on the streets. He's with them."

Sanlis nodded slowly. "At least you know someone among them." He then patted Calsa on the shoulder. "You did well. Alt was smart to chose you as his apprentice."

Calsa smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"Now go, help Alt with the preparations. If indeed someone was chasing the Clan of the Plains, they will find out very quickly that the paperwork was handed off."

Calsa nodded and quickly slipped out of Sanlis' office, hurrying out to find Alt.

"Cal!"

Turning, Calsa smiled at Jerako. The boy ran up to her. "Hey, what's going on? Everyone's getting ready for battle. Were we found out? Did you get to meet the Torak Lakus?"

Calsa shrugged. "Master Alt thinks there is a threat. And yeah, we met them. They were weird and alien, nothing like us. The human thing looked similar. At first I thought he was a Ssalian." She smiled. "But that doesn't matter. I have much more interesting things to think and hope for."

"What do you mean?" Jerako followed Calsa as she went back to their house.

"I learned my mother is alive!" Calsa's voice almost strangulated itself in her excitement. "And a Shadowshifter is watching over her. I'll be able to see her soon!"

"Wow! Cal, that's amazing! You are so lucky. See, good things happen. The bad stuff is sad, but they make the good stuff so much sweeter and better." Jerako smiled at her.

As Calsa reached the door of their cabin, she stopped, her ears twitching slightly. She looked around them. "Hey, Jerako.... Do you hear that?"

"What? I just hear everyone talking and running around."

"Yeah. What happened to the birds?"

Jerako pointed up. "You mean them?"

Calsa looked up to where Jerako pointed. As she watched, the seemingly small birds circled, getting larger and larger. And then they vanished, scattering into the canopy. "That was odd," Jerako said, shrugging.

"No, that was deliberate." Calsa turned and ran toward where she could hear Alt's voice calling to his fellow Ha'trin. She came around the corner of one of the houses when a loud cawing sound stopped her dead in her tracks. From the trees around them, large dark forms dropped to the ground in a flurry of black feathers. The giant bird people tilted their heads, their bony hands pulling out long, cruelly curved and serrated weapons. With loud caws and screeches, they attacked the surprised Ha'trin.

For just a second, Calsa saw Alt through the flurry of feathers, the bird people lunging at him. "No!" Calsa cried out before a hand grabbed her around the mouth and jerked her back around the building. She was spun around to look at Jerako. He put his finger to his lips.

"What are you doing?" Calsa snarled, trying to get up once he'd let go of her mouth.

"Saving us! They don't notice us, which means we have the element of surprise! Let's go grab the others and we can attack from the flanks, they won't be expecting that!" He stood and started running away from the battle. With a scowl of contempt, Calsa quickly pushed herself up and ran after him.

Together, they burst into the student safehouse, where the apprentices knew to go if there was a threat of attack. "Guys! Grab your weapons! We gotta help them!" Jerako pushed a rug on the ground out of the way, jerking the hidden door open. Under the floorboards was hidden a stash of guns. He kneeled down, pulling them out one by one and tossing them at the other apprentices.

"What are you doing? We gotta stay in here! Let the Masters deal with it!" one of the boys yelled incredulously.

Calsa glared at him. "If we don't get out there and help then there won't be any Masters left to teach us! They're outnumbered and taken by surprise. We have a chance to even the odds. These aren't beasts of magic. Our guns will be enough to stop them!" She cocked hers, turning to head out the door.

Jerako was right behind her, placing a cartridge into the butt of the gun and cocking it. The other boys looked amongst themselves. Bezin abruptly leapt to his feet. "I'm not letting those two get away with all the glory!" He rushed out the door. In a sudden stampede, the other boys dashed after him, following Calsa and Jerako around the backs of the houses.

Reaching the longhouse where the main fighting was going on, Jerako and Calsa stopped, squatting down. They checked their weapons to ensure they wouldn't jam. Their eyes flicked up silently, knowing that they were ready. Calsa turned as the other boys quietly joined them. Using her hands, she pointed to a few of them and motioned for them to follow her. Together, they hurried around to the other side of the longhouse, making sure that they evenly flanked the intruders.

Calsa glanced back at Jerako. As one, the boys let their voices be heard, rushing forward. The bird people were startled, cawing loudly. They had managed to herd the mostly unarmed Ha'trin together, though even without weapons the Ha'trin were a handful, perfectly capable of defending themselves with their own bodies. Turning to see where this new threat was coming from, the tall, black feathered creatures squawked in pain and surprise. Sure enough, the guns were nearly completely silent with no kickback.

The Ha'trin pushed forward, grabbing the weapons out of the invaders' hands, using their own blades against them. Alt was among them, slashing out at the bird person in front of him. It cawed, flapping its arms to take off. With a growl, Alt leapt at it, wrapping his arms around the creature's neck. The bird person thrashed, shrilly screeching in surprise. Reaching up, Alt grabbed its beak, then twisted its neck. He let go of the bird person as it went ridged, falling to the ground.

Looking up, he noticed one of the bird people had taken to the air and was trying its best to make it to the clearing amongst the trees. He called to Calsa, pointing up at it. Turning, Calsa lifted her arms, laying the gun across her other arm for stability. It took less than a heartbeat after she'd pull the trigger for the bird person to flutter, falling to the ground dead.

It didn't take long for all the intruders to be slaughtered. When the battle was over, the boys held up their guns, cheering themselves. The Ha'trin laughed at their apprentices, praising them. Calsa and Jerako grinned at each other.

"Cal." She turned abruptly, looking up at Alt. He held out his hand. With a sigh, she handed him the gun. "You are insane. And you disobeyed me."

"But...." She stopped when he held up his hand.

He used that same hand to grab her head, pulling her against him suddenly, holding her close. Her eyes flicked over to Jerako. He shrugged, slowly moving away to stay out of the whole situation. Alt pulled back, looking into her eyes. "I think you're ready."

Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"

"For your final ritual. I think you're ready. You've proven yourself time and again already. I have no doubt you can finish the final ritual." He smiled at her, patting her on the head. "Now c'mon, let's get this cleaned up. Gotta make sure none of them have a tracking device."

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Sanlis fixed Alt with a look that told him the old leader was not impressed with his desicion. "You said you would let her take the ritual if I felt she was ready." Alt was tense, pointing at his ex Master.

"I did. But are you sure she's ready? Remember, there is no going back once it starts. She either survives and passes or she will die. You sure you can live with yourself should the unthinkable happen?" Sanlis watched Alt's face carefully, searching for any doubt.

Alt was solid, his gaze steady. "I can because I know it won't happen. Get the area set up for her tomorrow. She'll survive. I have faith in that." With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of Sanlis' office.

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The morning dawned early. Calsa was dressed in loose clothes, standing before the large round house that no one ever went into, not until this moment. With a deep breath, she glanced behind her. Alt was leaned up against the corner of the nearest building, watching her intently. Building up her courage, Calsa entered the place, the door shutting behind her.

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Alt went about his business. Whenever Calsa was done, he'd see her back at the house. He spent the rest of the day thinking about how he was going to praise Calsa for passing. Somehow, a pat on the back didn't seem adequate.

After the attack, extra guards had been pulled in from the outside, more of their brethren coming to defend their headquarters. If this place was ever found out, the last truly strong resistance against the Red Tide would be destroyed. The Torak Lakus would be alone in trying to win the war.

Alt thought about that and many other things, trying to keep himself occupied until the late afternoon. That was about average for most. He liked to imagine she'd be done faster, but he'd give her that time just so she could relax after she got finished. That's what he told himself.

Finally, the appropriate time had passed. With a deep breath, Alt headed home. He opened the door, hoping that she'd come running and hugging him, telling him she had passed the test. Instead, he was utterly surprised to find that she wasn't there. His heart skipped a few beats, making it hard for him to breathe.

Maybe she was in the bedroom sleeping?

He peered in there. The only sight to greet him were her emptied drawers. He blinked in surprise, noticing that her pack was missing. He spun on his heel, heading out of the house.

"Cal left!" a voice yelled.

Alt glanced up at Jerako as the boy ran up to him, bending over to pant. "What?"

Jerako stood up straight, pointing down the road that led out of town. "She survived the ritual, but apparently failed it!"

Alt glanced around, Jerako's use of words not lost on him. "Oh?"

Jerako shook his head. "I'm young, Master Alt, but not stupid. All the other boys don't know. But I figured it out. And I don't care. But the fact she survived but failed only makes it more obvious."

Alt frowned. "When did Cal leave?""

"Just an hour ago. I tried convincing her to come back. You might want to take a tabis. She walks really fast," he panted some more, leaning over to stretch his muscles.

Alt patted Jerako on the shoulder before jogging toward the long house. He threw the door open, marching into Sanlis' office. The old leader looked up Alt's sudden appearance.

"What the hell did you do? She survived! That means she passed! And yet you threw her out?" His fists were clenched, his jaw muscles twitching in his barely contained rage.

"Do you know why no woman has passed the final ritual in a thousand years?" Sanlis' voice was calm. He continued, knowing Alt wouldn't respond. "It's because their inherent magic can't be removed from them. If you remember from your own ritual, at the end, all your inherent magic was drained from you."

"You knew she wouldn't pass!" Alt couldn't hold his temper any longer, his lips peeled back in a feral snarl. "Why would you do that to her?"

"I did nothing. I told you not to put your faith in her," Sanlis turned away, unconcerned.

"You'll let her do it again."

"What?" Sanlis asked, not sure if he'd heard right, turning to stare incredously at Alt.

"You'll let her take it again," Alt repeated himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Sanlis really didn't comprehend. He had to chuckle. "Why would I? You're lucky I'm letting her live."

"Because you owe my father your life, and I'm pulling that favor in."

Sanlis growled. "You really willing to pull that card just for a girl you found on the street?"

Alt abruptly went down on one knee, his head bowed, both hands held above his head, palms up and wrists together, a begging position. "I know she can do it. I know she can be the first. Please, Master Sanlis. Let her take the ritual again."

With a sigh, Sanlis reached down, laying his fingertips against Alt's palms. "Go get her. She has one more chance."

Alt leapt to his feet, rushing out the door. He ran to the field, finding Marm and getting her saddled as fast as he could. Swinging up into place, he spurred Marm into a trot. But once he'd cleared the trees, he kicked her into a gallop.

For the next few minutes, he was worried Calsa had moved off the road, heading off into the woods. He breathed a sigh of relief when he came around the bend and saw her walking away in the distance, her pack slung over her shoulder.

She didn't bother to turn when she heard Alt's voice calling to her. She stared ahead, continuing her steady pace. She still didn't look at Alt as he got Marm to stride beside her.

"Cal. I got Sanlis to let you try again...."

"You knew I wouldn't pass," she said, her voice cold. "I can't lose my magic, so I can't ever be a Ha'trin. You knew that. What a waste of my life."

"Is that what you think?" Alt felt oddly hollow. "You think all that time I took care of you was a waste of your life? Because I know it wasn't a waste of mine."

Calsa snorted, continuing her walk. She didn't bother to look at him. She didn't want to look at him. She might do something even more embarressing than taking a ritual she wouldn't have been able to pass anyways.

"Cal, come back with me. You can take it again. I know you'll pass this time." Alt's voice was gentle.

"You know that's a lie!" she snarled, trying to hide the fact that it hurt her.

"Calsa."

She stopped when he used her full name. He had stopped Marm a few paces behind her, looking at her, her tense body, knowing she didn't mean anything she said.

"Please, Calsa. Come back with me. Take the ritual again. It'll work this time. I just know it will."

Slowly, very slowly, Calsa turned, raising her eyes to him. He saw how much she didn't want to leave. He held out his hand for her.

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Alt sat on the couch. He tried closing his eyes, tried clearing his mind to meditate, keep himself calm. It didn't work. He stood up and paced around. That didn't work. He tried keeping busy. That didn't work.

He really didn't know why he was so nervous. He hadn't been this nervous for his own ritual. In fact, he couldn't remember a time he'd been this anxious. It didn't suit him, and he tried to banish the sensation. It wouldn't budge. So he stopped, studied it. It was like a knot in his stomach, a tightness in his chest. He hoped if he studied it deeply enough, with enough interest, finding where the sensation was coming from, it would go away. After a few minutes, though, he had to give up.

The minutes ticked by like eternity. He found himself unable to eat for the knot in his stomach taking up the space. So he kept pacing, trying not to look out the window to see if she was coming.

He didn't know how it had happened, but he found himself dozing on the couch. Probably his nerves draining so much from him.

He startled awake when he felt a cushion move beside him. "Cal!" He sat up, peering at her somber face. She didn't meet his gaze. He felt his heart sinking. "Cal?"

She slowly looked up at him, the tips of her mouth tugging up into a grin. She didn't have to say a thing.

Alt leapt to his feet, feeling the heavy knot in his stomach burst into elation. He drew her into his arms, hugging her in relief.

"You've gotta be the only person in history to survive the ritual twice!" he said with the same smile in his voice as was on his face.

"I told you I was tough!" she laughed.

She was surprised to find his lips against hers. For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He kissed her with a fierce passion, his arms wrapping around her. Without meaning to, she melted into him, finding herself reciprocating his kiss with the same vigor.

Her hands clenched on his shirt, holding him close to her. She could feel his hip press against hers, feel that he was growing hard. Without meaning to, a soft moan left her.

He abruptly stepped back, still attached to her lips. Together, they stumbled backwards. He grunted when they slammed up against the wall, missing the bedroom door entirely, though it didn't break their hold on each other, mouths still battling one another over which set of lips was the dominate. He turned them, staggering into the bedroom. Calsa gave a squeak when she felt herself falling backward onto a bed, whose didn't matter.

So lost in desire were they that they didn't even know how they were suddenly shirtless. It was then Alt pulled away, both of them dizzy and gasping for air. Calsa still wore the tight bandages that kept her breasts flattened. Alt's eyes rested on them hungrily. For so long he had wanted to see them bare before him, arching, perked, to his touch.

Calsa moved to unwrap the long piece of cloth, but there was a knife in Alt's hand. She lay back as he cut it from her, smiling as the fabric made a saitisfying ripping sound. "You won't ever need this again," he growled in arousal.

Her back arched up at his touch. So long she had longed, ached, to feel his rough hands cupping her small perked breasts. She moaned, a long, deep moan, when his teeth bit down on the top of her breast. Her hips grinded, her pants getting wet. Alt growled deeply like an animal, his hand reaching down to cup her gender, his thumb rubbing her hot slit through the cloth while his teeth nipped and bit over her chest, her shoulders, her throat. She leaned her head back, leaving herself open to him. He tenderly kissed the pulse that pounded next to her trachea.

Again he leaned over her, his lips fierce and punishing, almost making her melt under his dominance. But she was stubborn, intended to make him work for her submission. He knew her thought as if he could hear it, and it made him pulse hotly against his suddenly tight pants, the pressure in his groin an ache that could only be soothed in the heat of her body.

With an impatient snarl, he pulled her pants off her, throwing it across the room as if he never intended for her to ever wear clothing again. When her hands reached down to unbuckle his pants, he let out a sound of dominance that made Calsa quiver all over, letting out a moan though he didn't even touch her. He kicked off the offending clothing, grabbing Calsa's thin wrists, wrenching them above her head.

She squirmed, daring to growl back at him. It turned into a deep moan when he bit a tight little nipple in punishment. He put his knees between her thighs, jerking her effortlessly so that her rump rested on the very edge of the bed, her thighs spread wide around his hips, helpless, at his mercy.

She whimpered, feeling the engorged head of his member run up and down her burning, dripping opening, teasing her. He was going to make her submit, make her his forever, claim her as an animal claimed his mate.

With his feet on the ground, one hand holding her wriggling wrists over her head, the other raked his nails along her side, leaving red marks, trembling when he heard her wanton moan. He ran his hot tongue up her quivering, lean belly, feeling her whole body writhe under him.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Calsa's hip jerked against Alt's member, desperate to be filled. "Oh, Master Alt," she moaned, panting uncontrollably. Her back arched to the touch of his nails over her ribs.

It was what he was waiting for, the sensation of her body melting, relaxing, responding instinctually to his dominance. He pressed his length against her slit, feeling the muscles relax to let him slide into her heat. She let out a loud cry of ecstasy, her body writhing under him as he stretched her. It'd been so long. It was the most exquiste sensation, eliciting a shudder from both of them.

Groaning darkly, Alt wasted no time with setting a pace, his thrusts sharp and purposeful, leaving her breathless, lost in the spell the friction between their bodies created. She felt like she was drowning in the intense pleasure, every one of his cruel bites making her whole body gyrate and squirm. The sounds that came from her were uncontainable. She howled, moaned, sobbed, and whimpered like an animal, nothing but instinct in the place of logic.

He grunted and groaned and growled, his nails digging into her flesh. He finally released her wrists, both his hands taking advantage of her body, a hand cupping and squeezing a breast like he couldn't get enough of her flesh in his hands, the other slipping under her lower back and pulling her up higher to get deeper still into her with each powerful thrust.

He snarled, his teeth bared, when he felt her nails rake against his back, digging deep. Her thighs clenched tightly around his hips, making sure he slid his full length into her with each thrust. He could feel her body grow even hotter, her pale skin flushing brightly as climax ripped through every nerve in her body, violent shudders leaving her weak in the wake of their intensity. Her throat was hoarse from the sounds that exploded from her, her whole body clenching around Alt, her fingers curling like talons against his back. Even her toes curled and quivered.

Growling, Alt couldn't hold himself back. The tightness of her, the heat of her, the smell of her, sent his mind into a void, nothing but the hot pulsing sensation through his length. His head swelled deep inside her, not allowing him to withdraw even if he wanted to.

They were both panting, sweat making them slick. Alt had to blink it from his eyes as his mind slowly returned to his control. Calsa wiggled under him, letting out a whimper. Her eyes could barely stay open. A soft smile tugged the corners of his lips, his finger tips lightly caressing her flushed cheeks. It was a characteristic of their species. The female would usually fall asleep after climax, ensuring she stayed in one place for the male, particularly when they were tied.

"I've been waiting so long to see that look on your face," he rumbled huskily.

Calsa whimpered again, squirming. She smiled up at him, blinking lazily. "Wasn't that great...."

Alt growled, nipping her throat, making her giggle.

He used his strength to lift her a bit, getting himself on the bed so they could lay together until his body released hers. She curled up against him, feeling his arms hold her close as sleep took her.

The Dragon Tamer (wedding chapter)

Author's Note:

K, this story is mostly for those who have been following "The Dragon Tamer" since it was created. These people are just dying to see it finished. Well, not finished yet, but oh so close. This is a teaser, a little thing to keep you all interested and a celebration of getting past the halfway point. Waaay past now. Check my profile for my page on FB and like me. Otherwise, you won't know when it's officially done or where to get it. It will not be announced here, however, when the story is COMPLETE all entries of The Dragon Tamer will be deleted. When it is published, I will announce on my FB page. So like me. You may even get a free copy! Oh yeah, and like the first 10 chapters posted, please point out spelling/grammar errors, anything that needs adding, subtracting, changing. Remember, this is a part of a larger book. There are a lot of things that happen before and after this.




When morning dawned, the guards rotated duty, quietly talking with each other before the two that had been on night watch retired. There always had to be at least two guards watching the dragons. Not all dragons could get along and they didn't understand the concept of simply being civil.

Their clicks and groans and low rolling howls slowly brought Sre out of her dreams. She rolled onto her back and stretched, her back arching, arms over her head, her whole body curving into the motion.

She squealed when Roscrow growled next to her, his arm wrapping around her and pulling her against his body. "Be careful, darling," he purred in her ear, goosebumps shivering all over her skin at his tone. "I'm dangerously close to breaking 'tradition.'"

Sre wiggled against him, trying to break his grip. He had to smile, watching her lithe naked form writhe next to him. "Let me go!" she panted. "I want to wait until the wedding is over!"

"Ok." Roscrow suddenly released her. She shrieked as she wrenched herself away from him at the same time he let go, finding herself on the floor. Luckily, the bed wasn't very high at all and they had kicked most of the blankets onto the floor where she fell during the night.

He grinned down at her. "You wanted me to let go."

Staggering to her feet, Sre crossed her arms. "That was mean!"

"What gave you the impression I'm a nice guy?" He stretched out on his back, most of his legs hanging off the bed. He still had a very satisfied expression. His smile only got bigger when he saw Sre's eyes flick down to the erection he'd woken up with.

She sneered at him, which made him laugh, getting to his feet and stumbling after her as she stomped toward the shower room. She slammed the door in his face, making him wince.

"I was only joking!" he said through the door.

He heard her voice quiver even through the wood. "I got thrown off a walkway into a pit of dragons with some stranger trying to kill me and you think it's funny to let me fall off the bed!"

Roscrow sighed. She was not invulnerable, and he truly hadn't thought about that. Other than the occasional nightmare that would leave her trembling in the middle of the night, she'd overcome her past. He had forgotten that there were some emotional wounds left in her, and her recent brush with death hadn't made things better. "You've got me there, love. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he said softly.

After a moment of silence, Sre opened the door a crack, looking up at him with a narrowed eye. He wasn't sure, but he felt like she was staring right through his flesh. It lasted only a few heartbeats. She sighed and turned away, letting him enter after her.

"I didn't mean to do that," he said softly as he closed the door gently behind him.

"I know," she replied simply, her voice quiet.

"Oh? Can you read my mind, now?" he jested, trying to cheer her up. "Is that another Tamer trick?"

"No," she replied, her voice still hushed. She thought a moment before adding, "I don't really know what it is. I guess your soul holds your true intentions. That's what I see."

Raising a brow, Roscrow didn't question her explanation. Instead, he assisted her in removing her head bandage, checking the gash that had been on the back of her head. It was nothing more than a pink scar now, easily hidden by her hair. "I think for today, you can keep the bandage off. But only today! Unless Markus says otherwise."

Sre wrinkled her nose, but didn't press the matter. They stood under the steamy water, Roscrow holding Sre close to his body. She would be his soon. There wasn't a thing in the whole world he wanted more than that.

"You know," Sre said suddenly, thoughtful, "I didn't see Markus or Kelvin after we got here yesterday. I wonder where they went off to?"

Roscrow made a choking sound, coughing. Sre looked up at him quizzically. He scratched his throat nervously. "Ah, one thing I learned about Kelvin a long time ago, he prefers a different kind of company than either my father or myself. The only female he's ever had in his life has been Beaut."

Sre blinked at him a few times. "Oh!" she exclaimed, understanding his meaning. "Well, I'm sure they're having fun," she giggled.

"Markus seems a lot more decent than the other men he's been with," Roscrow said, almost to himself. "I think I may not have to kill him."

Sre glanced up at him in some shock. "What?"

Roscrow shifted a bit, tipping his head back to wash his thick black hair. "There's a reason Kelvin calls me 'sir' outside of duty. He can hold his own most of the time, but he's not exactly the commanding type. He looks so old from all the trauma in his life. He wasn't suppose to be a soldier, he just happened to stumble into the nesting chamber right when Beaut hatched, so he doesn't deal that well with stress. He's had a few... bad lovers in the past. A few times he showed up looking like he'd been in a bar fight. I don't take kindly to anyone harming my family, so I had a bad habit of killing his ex-partners."

"Oh, I see." She then peered up at him with suspicion. "You aren't going to try and kill Jasper, are you?"

Roscrow just smirked. "Naw. I'll let Kelvin do that." He laughed at her when she punched him in the gut, which only resulted in her hurting her own hand. His chuckle quickly turned into a growl, though, when he felt her grab his testicles. "Hey, now. That's a very unfair advantage."

"Just because I'm a Tamer doesn't mean I have to play fair!" she giggled, giving them a gentle squeeze.

She gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat, pressing her back against the wall, though there was no pressure in his grip. Her heart thumped in her chest as he leaned down to nip at her ear. His powerful frame prevented any escape, causing her to moan softly, which only made him chortle. "You better be glad I have enough restraint not to break my vow to Dane."

"Why's that?" she whispered. He could hear the wanting in her voice. His body reacted to her lascivious tension, making him growl deeply next to her ear.

When she shuddered against his body, her hip pressing against him, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back to speak gruffly into her ear. "Don't think for a second I wouldn't take you right now if you keep that up."

Her breathing was ragged, eyes glazed over. He knew that right now she wouldn't resist him, would be more than willing to let him do just about anything he wanted to. But he was also aware that she would be unhappy with the decision later. He took a deep breath to quell his own raging desire.

Her hands were gripping the wrist that still rested lightly around her throat. She gave a small whimper in need, her hip grinding against him. With a rumble, he let that hand slide down her body. He leaned down, his mouth taking possession of hers when he slipped a finger into her heat. He drank her moans, letting her grind against his hand. His finger kept a steady pressure inside her, allowing her to sate the burning lust within her.

So great was her own arousal that it didn't take long before he felt her body shiver against him. If it wasn't for how tightly he was pressed against her she wouldn't have been able to stay standing with her knees quivering weakly. His lips muffled the sounds that wildly tore from her.

Panting, Sre laid her head against his sternum, hearing him snicker at her as he held her up, his hands holding her shoulders lightly. She looked up at him, still trying to get her breath back. "What's so funny now?"

He shook his head, still smiling softly. "Just that you can get so carried away."

"It's all your fault," she snapped, though there was no accusation in her tone.

He laughed. "I don't do anything. I'm just standing here, trying to get clean. You're the one who started this whole thing." Though there was a grin on his face, his dark eyes made her shiver. The confident control he had of her was more than enough for her body to tingle again. He chuckled wickedly when she buried her face into his chest. His arms held her possessively, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "I have every intention of making you all mine, completely and utterly mine."

With that, he stepped out of the stream of water, getting about to drying off and going out to get dressed, leaving her shivering in the shower with a storm of emotions running through her.

Roscrow decided to go out once he was dressed. He closed the door quietly, turning when he heard the door of the room Dane was in open. He glanced into the room, catching a glimpse of a wisp of long honey brown hair in the bed before his father closed the door.

"What was that about you choosing for your bed to be empty?" Roscrow grinned sarcastically.

"Something about this being a celebration, and that I needed to get laid," Dane shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chuckling, Roscrow shook his head. "At least I come by it honestly."

"There's hardly an honest thing about you, son," Dane sneered.

Roscrow crossed his arms, though he was much more relaxed than his father. "Sre would tell you differently."

"Oh?" Dane raised his brow. "You actually listened to me for once?"

Roscrow shook his head, still grinning. "Not a chance. I listened to her."

Dane rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall between the doors. "I'm glad someone around here respects tradition."

The door opened. Sre was surprised to find a pair of black eyes looking down at her. "What's going on?"

Roscrow shrugged. Dane stood up straight, looking slightly sheepish. "Just the usual father-son banter, m'lady," he said.

Sre glanced at the door of Dane's room before pursuing her lips. "You have that same face he gets when he's done something wrong. She's my friend. I really hope you don't pull the whole dragonrider attitude."

Before Dane could respond, there was the sound of about a dozen pairs of feet tromping up the stairs. Sre turned in time to see a group of the women from the town rush up to her.

"You're coming with us!" Diana giggled, grabbing Sre's wrist.

"Wait, what?" Sre blinked in surprise as she was surrounded.

"You are not getting married looking like that!" her friend giggled again, pulling her along as the other women made sure she had no chance to resist.

"But... I...!" She glanced over her shoulder desperately. "Roscrow!"

He lifted his hands, shrugging helplessly though he had a massive delighted smile on his face. "This appears to be out of my hands, darling. The people have spoken. Have fun!" He waved mockingly.

Both Dane and Roscrow laughed when they heard her squeak at the bottom of the stairs, hearing several other women corralling her out of the inn, fussing over every tiny detail. She continued to try and convince them that she thought everything was fine, but they only laughed and took her to Diana's house. She was the fashion queen of the town.

"Well, that was amusing," Roscrow chuckled, turning back to his father.

"Oh, it's about to get better." Dane grinned when there were more booted feet that came up the stairs.

Roscrow's smile changed into a look of trepidation before he even turned to see about a dozen of the men standing behind him. "You've got to be kidding."

Jasper crossed his arms, a smile on his face. "This is special for Sre. You can't expect us to not do this."

Roscrow glanced at his father. The amusement in Dane's eyes told him there would be no back up. "Can I just shine my armor and call it good?"

He felt Dane's large hand against the back of his neck, shoving him forward. "Certainly not! The people have spoken, son. This is out of your hands."

If he had truly wanted to, he could have planted his feet and they likely would not have been able to move him. But with a sigh, Roscrow allowed the men to surround him, a good head and a half taller than most of them, leading him down the stairs, though with much apprehension.

The door across from them opened suddenly, Kelvin looking up at Dane in surprise. "What's going on?"

"Kelvin! Assistance would be greatly appreciated!" Roscrow yelled out as he was led down to the tavern.

"The townsfolk have decided Sre and Roscrow need to be prettied up," Dane chuckled sadistically as he was greatly enjoying his son's discomfort. "Might want to give them a hand."

Kelvin laughed. Markus glanced around him curiously. "This cannot be missed. If you're not gonna watch, then move, I've got to see that man dressed up like a gentleman." Together, they both chased after the precession, along with half the guard squad, thoroughly enjoying Roscrow's loud objections. The other half had made an attempt to follow Sre, but the women had locked them out, saying only women could see her until it was time.

With another chuckle, Dane turned, slipping back into his room, smiling when Slina peered up at him drowsily.

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The whole town had been working most of the night to get the place set up perfectly. Roscrow was standing near the makeshift stage, a gorgeous trellis at the top of the step which had living flowering vines braided through the spaces. It was set in the small grassy area at the southern end of the town that faced the woods. The sun shone brightly overhead, causing the white lace that had been laid out on the platform to sparkle.

He shifted awkwardly. The ceremonial armor had had to be changed to fit his large frame. It was made of a pure white metal, even the chainmail under the half chest plate, small pauldrons, gauntletts, cuisse, and the solarets. The leather straps and gloves were dyed white as well. The whole thing was fairly uncomfortable, but that's why it was ceremonial. It was worn only for very special occasions, such as this. He sighed, hiding in the shade so he didn't overheat.

"You look perfectly stunning, sir," Kelvin jested with him, snickering when Roscrow flashed his black eyes at him in threat of death.

"I think we should dye his hair, too," Jasper chuckled. The other men laughed.

Roscrow kept his head down, not wanting anyone to know that their mocking comments were actually amusing him. He hadn't expected any of this to happen, but he was glad it had. Sre deserved the most perfect day, and he wasn't about to ruin it by complaining how tight the armor was.

Dane had to keep looking around so he didn't stare too long at his son. It was simply too entertaining to him. He never thought he'd see this day. Every time he glanced at Roscrow, he had to cough to cover his laughing. Roscrow kept glaring at him, sneering.

"Why is it you get to keep your armor?" he asked Dane in mock hatred.

"I'm too big to wear anything like that," Dane explained, trying with all his might to keep a straight face. "Also, I'm not the one getting married. You're the one who asked her. Besides, I've worn that kind of armor three times already."

"Maybe you'll wear it a fourth time?" Roscrow teased, waggling his brows knowingly.

With a scowl, Dane turned away, inspecting the area. People were bustling all around, making certain there was not a thing out of place. Wild flowers were placed in vases, scattered about in an elegant order. People would be standing for this so small bags were placed all over for the end to throw petals on the couple. At the other end of the town, there was a massive feast being prepared and laid out, people rushing about back and forth.

Dane raised a brow when he heard the giggles and squeals coming from the house that Sre was being held captive in. He glanced back over at Roscrow, having to smile. Roscrow looked so nervous, though only those who knew him as well as his father and Kelvin could see it. He continuously shifted from foot to foot, picking at the armor. Kelvin kept having to readjust it for him as he continuously pulled it loose.

Thinking to cheer his son up, knowing how nervous he had been for each of his own weddings, he headed for the house. There were guards standing outside the door, but they, as everyone, were in high spirits and didn't say a word when Dane nodded to them, a mischievous look in his dark eyes.

He could hear the women talking through the door. "He's so handsome! I bet he's good in bed!"

Sre giggled with the rest of them. "If I told you just how good he was, you may not believe me," she jested in return.

"Enough talk! Stop moving so much! I can't get this seam right if you keep squirming."

Again the women giggled, Sre among them. "It's gonna end up on the floor, anyways, Diana. Don't worry so much."

"Who would have thought our Queen was so perverted!" They all laughed. The guards glanced up at Dane with a grin.

Dane swung the door open, peering in. "I do hope you'll be ready soon...." He stopped before finishing what he had planned to say. Sre stood in the middle of a crowd, her side to him. Her arms were raised as Diana was trying to get the soft, pale creme colored silk dress to fit her just right. Her back was bare, the cloth cut thin and clasped behind her neck, just the very tip of her crest showing.

The screams of the women made him snap out of his reverie. He slammed the door shut just as something heavy was thrown at him, thumping against the door. He and the two guards burst into laughter when they heard Sre yelling at him.

"Dane! I swear, I'll set Hero on you if you say anything to Roscrow!"

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't asleep in there. My son is looking like he might hop on Granger and leave if you don't hurry!" He chuckled, walking away.

"What did you do?" Roscrow glared at his father, having heard the screams from across the street.

"Just gave Sre reason to hurry. You'll thank me later." Dane was about to leave it at that, but Roscrow chased after him.

"What did you say?" To anyone else, his voice would have sounded normal, but Dane could hear the strain. It made him chuckle all the more.

"It's not what I said, son. It's what I saw." Then he clicked his tongue, turning away as if bored. "But she told me not to say anything or she'd send her dragon after me, so you're just going to have to wait."

"Wait, what did you see?" Roscrow followed after Dane, his voice the low growl that most others couldn't ever quite make out.

"You'll just have to wait and see for yourself." Dane knew as long as Roscrow paid more attention to him, he'd forget his own discomfort and nerves, exactly what he'd intended. "But I know you'll like it. I should warn you, though. Try to keep your jaw off the ground when you see her."

He continued to casually tease Roscrow even as he watched the young girls of the town run around, handing out wreaths of wild flowers they had put together. At first, a few of the guards refused, but Kelvin barked at them that they'd regret their refusal as soon as the whole event was was over. Soon enough just about everyone had one.

Jasper was more than happy to put on his wreath as he strode over to Roscrow and his father. "Getting that dragon cleaned up is a chore," he remarked. "I don't think there are any flowers left in the woods."

"What are you doing to Hero?" Roscrow was getting awfully impatient. Dane was having a hard time keeping the smile off his face, knowing full well the feelings his son was going through. He'd felt them each time he'd gotten married.

Jasper just laughed. "You'll see him soon enough! He's going to be the ring bearer!"

"Where is he keeping the rings?" Roscrow asked, suddenly panicked. "They're not in his mouth, are they? Last time Sre asked him to hold onto something small he swallowed it. Took us three days to retrieve it."

Jasper just smiled, shaking his head. "You'll see."

Sighing, Roscrow was starting to show his anxiety with everyone telling him to wait. The sun was already at its zenith. He'd been waiting for over an hour now. He wanted the day to be over. He wanted Sre in his arms, his forever.

There was a quiet throat clearing near them. Jasper smiled. "Hey, Slina. Is Sre ready yet? We've got everything else ready!"

Slina nodded slowly, trying not to glance at Dane. "They're just brushing her hair now. Diana told me to start getting everyone in their places." Her voice was very soft. She'd never been a very loud person.

"Finally!" Roscrow exclaimed, throwing up his hands and heading toward the platform.

Dane chuckled briefly at him before turning and raising a brow at Slina. She turned away her eyes, shifting slightly, her knees weak under his gaze. Jasper glanced between them before spinning on his heel and following Roscrow. He called to Kelvin, who sneered at him but followed after. Markus turned to call at the crowd of people near him. It didn't take more than a few minutes before the whole town was standing on the grass, talking excitedly.

Dane and Roscrow stepped up onto the stage under the trellis. Dane glanced at his son, noticing he was trembling ever so slightly in anticipation. He smiled. "Why are you so nervous? You're the one who asked her."

"I'm starting to wonder if I should have listened to you," Roscrow responded softly.

"Of course you should have. But too late now." He then patted his son's shoulder making Roscrow look up at him. "I may not be pleased with this, but you make her happy, and she makes you happy. That's all that matters."

Roscrow rolled his eyes, though his body relaxed a bit. "Now you tell me!"

The crowd suddenly went silent. Diana had showed up, a massive grin on her round face. "May I present, our most beloved citizen, friend, and Queen." She bowed at the waist, stepping back into the crowd. The people were split to either side, leaving an aisle for Sre to walk.

The breath Roscrow had been holding rushed out of him with an astounded whisper, "Oh gods...."

Sre stood just at the start of the aisle, a shy blush on her cheeks. Everyone was staring at her in captivated awe. She slowly started forward, smiling as each row of people on either side of her bowed deeply as she came to them. The thickly flowing pale creme silk of the dress was just long enough to barely sweep the ground. She could feel the warm sun against her bare back. The front was low cut, reaching up and around the sides of her neck. Her arms would have been bare but for the pearly white sheer chiffon sleeves. It wrapped around her bosom lightly, tying in the back, the remaining length of it sweeping down nearly to the ground. The sleeves were to her wrists, tapered so that even they nearly touched the ground. The sleeved drape hung loosely around her bare shoulders, letting the sun shine on her skin. Wrapped around from under her breasts, a thin, braided white cord crossed behind her back, then over her belly, and her back again before being loosely tied on her front, just under her navel.

It was obvious the women had taken their time with her hair, brushing it back and pinning it up in small waves, making sure they hid her scar. They had tied small white feathers into her hair which brushed her slender neck as a soft warm breeze blew. Around her head was a wreath of living vines, blossoming with pale lavender flowers. In her hands she tightly gripped a small bouquet of white flowers.

Halfway to the stage, she had to giggle softly when Dane reached over to his son, using one finger to shut his hanging jaw. She bit her lip at seeing Roscrow in his sparkling white armor. His black eyes and hair accented the armor, though it made his olive skin seem paler, or maybe that was from the adrenaline in him. He nearly tripped on himself just standing still, his knees feeling weak from awe.

Sre finally stepped up onto the stage, coming to stand before Roscrow. His breathing was shallow, his chest tight. He almost didn't dare move lest he mar the perfection that stood in front of him. But when she handed the bouquet to Slina who stood at the edge of the stage and held up her hands to him, he didn't even know he'd lifted his arms, lacing his longer and larger fingers with her slender ones. He was so entranced by her that he didn't even know there was anyone else around him.

Dane made a quiet sound, gaining Sre's attention. "I must say, my lady, that of all the Tamers I've lived through, you are indeed the most beautiful."

Sre blushed brightly, smiling bashfully. "Thank you," she said very softly, looking back at Roscrow. He didn't even blink, afraid to miss a moment.

With great care, Dane leaned over and started to wrap more of the living vines with its delicate pale lavender petals around their wrists loosely, binding the two together. His voice was deep and clear, allowing everyone to hear him speak.

"These vines bind you together in body, signifying your bond in soul. Fate has brought you two together, intertwining the paths you have walked in your lives. From now on, know that when you look to the rising sun, each day is refreshed, as so too should be your love for one another. Let there be growth in shared silences. Let you both illuminate the darkness with your shared love. May there always be a passion of the hearts, the warmth of hearth and home, and should you find yourselves separated, look to the moons above and know that you both are looking at the same sky. Blessed be this union by the gods of old, by the land and the sea and all the life that flows around us, and by those who have come before us."

The crowd was silent but for a few sniffles. It didn't stay quiet for long. There was the sound of wings, a dark shadow that passed by overhead. People looked up as Hero landed at an angle to not disturb the trellis or the flowers or any of the folks standing there. Then he turned, rearing back his head, letting out a loud roar, wings raised. When he was finished with his show, he held up a paw. On his talons shone the rings, silver in color. The larger ring was on his claw that was nearest to Sre, the smaller nearest to Roscrow. Dane nodded to his son when Roscrow glanced at him.

Roscrow took the ring, careful not to break or unravel the vines that still held them together. He spoke much more quietly than Dane had, like he was speaking to Sre only for she was the only person he even saw at the moment. "To you I pledge more than just my love. I vow my loyalty, through any challenge or temptation that lies ahead. I pledge to you my undying soul, that I would be bound to you through sickness and health, through whatever life or death might present to us, through all the elements of the earth and sky and sea, be them calm or angered. To the Queen of my nation and of my heart do I seal these vows with this ring."

Gently, he slipped the ring onto Sre's finger. It fit snugly, shining in the warm sun. Sre had to bite her lip, afraid she would cry when she looked up into his eyes, knowing he meant every word.

Carefully, Sre took the larger ring off Hero's claw, looking up at her dragon. His copper eyes were lidded in affection and happiness like a cat. He didn't understand this ritual, but it was obvious that his mother was happy with this, and it filled him with glee and contentment to see her so mirthful. She smiled at him before she turned back to Roscrow.

Sre spoke, forgetting that they were standing before a crowd, "As this ring has no end, neither shall my love for you. I commit myself to you, through whatever lies ahead."

She blushed, not knowing what else to say, so she slid the ring on Roscrow's finger. He took her hands again, holding her tightly. He didn't want to take his eyes off her, completely in awe of the angel that stood before him.

After a quiet moment, Dane held up his hands. "I don't even have to ask if you do, so just kiss already. I'm hungry."

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. Roscrow chuckled, slipping one hand out of the binding of the vines and wrapped it around Sre as he leaned her back. She squealed, but his lips stifled it, his tongue caressing along the edge of her mouth, teasing her, promising her a night she would not forget.

A loud cheer went up, everyone clapping and congratulating them. Dane had to grab Roscrow's shoulder, standing him upright with narrowed eyes. "Save that for tonight, you two," he teased gruffly. Roscrow laughed with overwhelming elation, holding onto Sre tightly.

Together, the two of them turned and stepped off the platform. There was a flurry of white and pale pink petals thrown up into the air, people cheering loudly and joyfully as the couple walked down the aisle, laughing as they headed out to the other side of town where the tables of a grand feast awaited them.