CHAPTER 6 PORT
F rom the other side of the volcano, I hear Cory and Max laughing loudly together. They’ve gotten along very well; it’s surprising, given the turbulence of their first encounter. Still, I’m happy Max has settled in so successfully.
The two of them have fire powers, so they have a general understanding of each other. I, however, am a water dragon; my temperament isn’t so ... boisterous , one could say. Their raucousness can overwhelm me. Usually I’m happy to be around Max alone, but Cory is such a powerful personality that together they become even wilder.
I’m not bold in the way that they are; although we get along well as a group, the bantering and teasing is better left to just those two. I get overwhelmed quickly with taunts and vicious jokes. I suppose you could call me more of a sensitive soul – that’s what I’ve been told in the past, anyways. It sounds almost like an insult, but I try to see the positive in it.
That’s what draws me to the water, I think; the intuitive nature of it, the flow, the strength paired with flexibility. I curl my fingers under the surface of the water and watch a small wave rise and crest at my command.
Water is underestimated, too, which is a large part of what makes it so valuable. One imagines a forest fire or violent wind destroying their home, but doesn’t often picture the damage that little drops of water can silently do to erode any structure over time. More often, though, the water is the destroyer. Rain can bring life, and it can snuff it out. I don’t partake much in the violent whims of the water, but I can be violent when I need to. I just do it in a subtler way than my Max- and Cory-like companions.
I sigh, hearing another peal of cackling laughter tear through the volcano, and sink deeper into the bathwater. I’ve been spending a lot of time here, in the steaming bathing chambers, playing with my powers, practicing small water spells and enchantments. Being around such fiery characters makes it hard to embody the sleek power of the water; I make sure to continue training myself in the water, in what makes me powerful.
It hits me again in a flurry of warmth and sensuality: the faery’s scent. I don’t know who she is, but she’s somewhere in the town far below the volcano. Cory’s told us it’s called Ethelinda, a land of peace and prosperity. The volcano falls within its territory, but since dragons have such a ... questionable reputation, Cory and his fellow guardians don’t get many visitors, and they don’t pay any visits to town either.
I breathe in deeply, savoring the sweet floral energy of this mysterious faery. I haven’t mentioned it to Cory or Max yet, although I’m sure they smell her, too. She smells to me of honey and blackberry. It envelops me in sweetness, and I want to hold her back.
I look out into the early morning and sigh, soaking in the faery’s energy. I wonder if she’ll ever come to the volcano. If not, I may well have to make an exception and take a journey into town. I can hide my dragon form easily; I would just masquerade as a normal person and find her. I could be a traveler from far (it’s not too much of a lie).
Honeysuckle tendrils of air rope around me, and I grin at the warmth. What would it be like to seduce this faery, I wonder? Would she fear me, as a dragon, or would my animal nature arouse her? If she were here with me in the bath, the things I would do to her ... I feel myself hardening at the thought.
I close my eyes and focus on the water beneath me in the bathing-tub, feeling it stir beneath in time with the tensing of my loins. Honey and blackberry, honey and blackberry . I groan quietly as the scent washes over me with the water, and I rub my hands up and down my legs, trying to push the heat out. It only turns me on more, though, and I sigh heavily as I place a hand on my crotch and start to stroke myself.
As I’m touching myself, eyes closed, I see flashes of the faery somehow: long black hair, gentle hazel eyes. I gasp at the sight of her violin-curved torso; her narrow waist and supple hips flicker before me like a candle’s flame in the wind. A whisper of her voice flutters through my mind, though I can’t pick out the words.
I groan again as her scent floods my senses, giving myself completely to the feel of her energy, the sticky taste of her floral aura. I move my hand in rhythm with my hitched breathing, up and down, and moan as I smell her wafting even stronger to me.
Milica .
The name comes to me suddenly, a wave of intuition crashing over me.
Mili .
Her name is Mili, then, if my intuition is to be trusted. I say it quietly, in between groans and heavy breaths, “Mili, Mili, Mili.” I continue thrusting myself, growing faster as the thought of Mili consumes me. I lick my lips to savor her scent, and gasp as I feel it burst on my tongue. Oh, fuck .
I move my hand up and down a few more times, then my head falls back and I come with a shout. The orgasm comes in several pulses, first so strong that I feel it in my stomach too, then each slower than the last. I continue to stroke myself as it courses through me. A small whimper escapes my lips as the release comes to a stop, and I breathe heavily.
My lungs fill again with air, and it‘s a relief after the several minutes spent only shallowly breathing. This faery ... she does something to me, even from afar. I wonder why Cory never mentioned her, does he think he can keep her a secret? I clean myself up in the water, heart rate slowly returning to baseline, and turn to the opening in the volcano wall which faces Ethelinda.
As I’m staring out the cavern opening over the land, I see a beam of light streak down from the sky. It shoots down, unearthly fast, and a new scent washes over me, masculine but muted. I inhale deeply, feeling my nostrils flare as I try to take it in, but as the streaking light vanishes into the trees below, the smell is gone, and the odor of Mili returns.
I smile – honey and blackberry –and sink back into the water.