life after oblivion, the dragon rampent

Martin’s hands parted her knees so that he could press his body more fully against hers. Seren locked her ankles behind his thighs; she could feel his thumb stroking her jaw line as his hand cupped her face. Seren indulged the dragon parting her lips for him, both inviting and daring him to take things further than a chaste kiss.

His tongue dipped lightly in to her sweet mouth, deftly teasing her. He had never known anywhere as soft as Seren’s mouth except may be her breasts…

Seren’s back arched as the familiar ache began to throb between her legs. He tasted like thunder and lightning, a reminder that he was not just a man, raw power seemed to crackle over his skin, but she was becoming more and more exited by the second.

She felt his arms warp around her waist and for a moment she felt a strange sensation akin to flying, or falling. There lips parted briefly and she opened her eyes, and noted they were now on the floor, he on his back, and she straddling his waist.

He looked up at her indolently from hooded eyes. ‘Now.’ He drawled, gently tugging at the grey silk dress. ‘I have never seen you in such flattering garments. Though I must say I did love those tight leather pants.’

Seren felt and uncharacteristic moment of uncertainty, to please a man is one thing, but a god? His hands had migrated under her skirt with a whisper of silk, sure long fingers began to massage her thighs. She shuddered, and he gave a lazy smile in response.

‘Tonight I want to please you Seren.’ He reassured her, sensing her dilemma. His fingers rubbed higher. Desire always made her bold, and Seren in spite of herself began to undo the ridiculous silver lacing at the front of her gown, revelling a pale sateen and lace corset beneath. The avatar’s gaze became fevered, garnet burning hot under the frame of his dark eye lashes. His hands twitched against her legs, wanting to help her remove the garment as quickly as possible yet thrilled to watch her do it.

Impatient as ever, Seren drew her belt knife and sliced through the expensive dress, and at once snatched up one of his hands placing it over her breast, leaning over him, her mouth hovering over his lips.

‘Touch me.’ She whispered, before kissing him.

He made a strange sound in the back of his throat, masculine, and inhuman, feral. It thrilled her, as did the discovery of sharp fangs where his eye teeth used to be. All the while his clever fingers kneaded her breast, making her feel disconnected from all thought save the pleasure and sensation he stirred in her. Over the satin and lace his gauntleted thumb traced lazy circles around her nipples, which now pebbled to the point of near discomfort.

Seren gasped harshly, as she threw her head back, tarring he lips away from his. Her body felt tight, and hot. Every part of her felt sensitive and she was not sure if she wanted to continue this sweet torture or stop. She shifted back and felt the growing lump at his groin bump against her bottom.

Below her the demi god shifted slightly and sat up, his hands twisting in her hair to hold her in place as he kissed her again, his mouth hard and demanding now that she had proven herself willing, and serving as a counterpoint to his gentle ministration of her left breast.

Seren sqwermed impatiently, she wanted…words still failed her, like a silence spell. The sqwerming caused the man beneath her to let out an inhuman growl. Seren resounded with a soft moan, as she clutched at his shoulders. He chuckled and pulled away, pulling off his gauntlets with his teeth, and dipping his fingertips inside her corset, beyond the fabric to touch her naked skin.

‘Wait!’ she murmured, as his fingertips brushed over a nipple. A jolt of sensation bolted from the tip of her proudly upturned breast to that awful incessant throbbing between her legs.

‘Hmm?’ His finger tips rolled the sensitive nipple, but his eyes regarded her carefully. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No it’s just….’ Seren breathed ‘I just…I need..’

‘I know.’ Martin smiled, as his dark eyelashes brushed against his high cheek bones, this time she saw a single fang slip over his lower lip. Not human, she thought.

‘Will you let me?’

‘What?’

‘Let me please you, my lady.’ He purred, ‘let me clame you as my own.’

Seren took a deep breath, and looked at the man she was straddling so dominantly. Beneath her he appeared human, but for the molten larva eyes, and fangs, but there was something else to, all the imperfections of his skin, they were gone, and she could feel the radiating power that his flesh encased, like touching a giant sigual stone, only much bigger. She was suddenly aware of the ache in her knees, from the cold stone. And it brought her back to where they were. She glanced at his face.

‘Not in hear.’ Something about doing it in the temple felt wrong, even if it was with the very god the temple was dedicated to, and she would be dammed if he was going to take her with skirt up around her waist like some street hussy!

Martin smirked, ‘where then?’

Seren shrugged, and then stood pleased that her knees did not shake. He ley back down, stretching out on his back, arms behind his head, grinning up at her in an open invitation. For a second she was aware of her mastery over him, and felt faintly aroused by it. This god was hers for the night his only aim was to please her. His grin grew wider as if he knew what she was thinking, and he let out a wicked chuckle. ‘You will make a fine empress.’

Bare breasted, Seren scowled down at him, ‘stay out of my head!’


'My lady.' He smirked in lavasous difference. The God stood slowly, looming over her. His fingers toyed with the delicate edge of her corset and she bit the inside of her lip to prevent the gasp from slipping out of her flushed lips. He seemed to be considering something when she turned abruptly from him, readjusting her dress to the best of her ability.

‘If I’m to be your empress, then you shall take me to the imperial palace.’ She said coolly over her shoulder allowing the inherited air bare her along.

She felt a whoosh of air, an the a grate clawed talon grasped her, but her startled shriek was drowned in the tremendous turbulence caused by the dragons’ great flapping wings as it sprang in to the air, its mighty heart beating in the exhilaration of his first flight. After circling the city briefly it landed a little less than gracefully on the top of the white tower, gently placing its precious cargo down on an open balcony before returning to human form.

The dragon, now in man form helped Seren to her feet. She scowled angrily at him,

‘We could have walked!’

‘I didn’t want to waste time.’

‘Well you could have warned me!’

His lips split in to a manic grin, ‘How you have changed,’ his eyed glittered with satisfaction and pride.

With a rustle of silk she discarded her dress, and smiled faintly, ‘I would have been killed if I hadn’t changed.’

Martins smile became less maniacal, and she noticed his armour had mysteriously diapered. His hands soft as kid leather traced her jaw line, his bare skin touch was electric. ‘You’re afraid.’ He murmured as he wound his fingers through her mahogany hair.

Seren noted his hair seemed to move with a life of its own as she caught hold of it, it answered her caresses. She nuzzled against his neck, smelling his warm sent, ‘Why should I be, its just sex.’ She answered him.

‘True. But you afraid of the future.’

‘I have no say in my own desteny again, and your leaving me to raise a child on my own, of course i'm scared, and who’s to know he is yours and mine save us?’


His brow furrowed, and his eyes met hers stedaly, 'You always have a say in your own desteny, there is a morowind saying, without a hero there would be no event.'

He smiled, ‘let me take care of that…..and now…’ His voice trailed off in to a delightful rumble as his mouth found hers once again. Seren’s greedy fingers traced over his back and was suspired by the soft yet unyielding consistency of his flesh. Overcome by her erotic curiosity she pulled back from the kiss and began to explore his body with hands and mouth.

She ran her hands over his torso, marking the prefect creamy skin with red welts from her nails…. The prenatural nature of his skin it felt like satin over warm steal. As she explored him he watched hungrily. Martin let out a soft groan when she ran her fingertips around his areole, before sucking each nipple in tern. His self control snapped when she ran a hand to grasp his tight firm bottom, and he kissed her fiercely, demanding submission at last.

His hands striped her of the rements of clothing, not willing to be the only one in a state of undress. Once she was gloriously nude he began to back her towards the bed. For a brief moment her modesty returned and she sought to cover herself.

‘Don’t.’ he chided her. Then slanted his moth over hers as he pinned her to the bed, holding her wrists in an iron grip. Her flesh grew hypersensitive as every place they touched she felt a charge between them. She shifted uncomfortably beneath him, trying to rub the centre of her desire against the jut of his.

His breath fanned out over her neck, before he softly ley a cool kiss against it. Seren’s gasp turned in to a throaty moan as he dragged his tongue romed to the ridge of her collar bone to the sensitive spot he remembered just below her ear lobe. ‘You still taste of ginger bread.’ He smiled.

Seren shivered, slow, he was taking things maidenly slow, she wanted to be ravished, yet he seemed content just to tease. ‘Do something.’ She whimpered. Martin was settled comfytabley above her and watched her languidly. He chuckled darkly as he smoothed his hand down the length of the throat, over one shoulder, and across her breast, softly cupping it. Her breath came out as one long sigh. delightful!

‘My lord,’ she hated how breathy her voice had become; her body was arching to his touch instinctively, pleading. She could only close her eyes as his head dipped downwards.

He kissed along her collarbone, before tracing his tongue around the underside of her breast, the slid upwards to twist around a nipple, before pulling and nipping with is teeth until she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Seren’s fingers curled in martin’s hair once more. She thought she would cry before relief came. She twisted closer to her lover, swinging a leg over his, feeling how his erection brushed against her thy as she sought his mouth.

As there lips were battling, his clever fingers slipped lower, and glided in to her now slick passage, pumping two digits slowly in and out, curling them up towards her body. He withdrew his fingers as there lips parted, and rocked back on his heals. Seren gazed up at him; in the darkness he was beautiful, if a man can ever be called that. sensul lips curved in a smile baring imposibly white teath, and tight firm mussles, a strong chest and His erection was standing up proudly like a bow bent back to his stomach.

‘Do you have any idea how delicious you look right now?’ he purred, as he lifted the fingers that had been inside her to his lips.

Seren swallowed hard as she watched him lick her essence from his fingers. It was an obscene gesture, yet terribly arousing. ‘Why did you stop?’ she asked.

‘I’m savouring the moment.’ he smiled, ‘no pun intended.’ This he followed by leaning down to lick up her middle from her naval to her neck before a quick kiss, reverberating with a contented growl.

Suddenly he pulled her legs up to his waist, and over his back. Seren’s eyes widened as his mouth lowered over her sex. The first touch of his tongue obliterated her senses to only concentrate upon that small intense aria. He lapped her slowly, seemingly intent on tasting all of her. She moaned hopelessly as he began to suck upon her clit. She twisted handfuls of the bedcovers in her hands. Oh as long as he doesn’t stop she thought! The tip of his tongue moved delicately through the soft folds of her sex, and four quick flicks over the most promanate nub and she was on a razors edge.

‘My Lord!’ she panted, as the lines of her body grew tight as a bow string. He chuckled, thoroughly pleased with himself, before lavishing attention on the swollen folds. In a moment she fell apart, as white hot heat emanated from her lower back and radiated around her body in an electric wave, she fluttered beneath his moth and grew still allowing the sensations to wash over her, as a carnal moan escaped from her mouth.

When she was able to think and verbalise again, she found herself lying in the god’s arms, his eyes watching her with a calm intent. The look on his face was implacable; she looked quizzically at him as he tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face before answering the unspoken question.

‘Watching you like this… it’s like seeing dawn brake over the mountains for the first time, or a storm over the sea, it’s a revaluation of nature.’

With a sift sigh Seren pulled him close, nuzzling his cavical. His skin was slightly most from sweat. She looked up in to his eyes, and felt no fear, no regrets in the sudden tenderness of the moment, there limbs were intertwined, and his fingers played with her hair, it soothed her weary soul.

Slowly she butterfly kissed his cavical, the up the tendons in his neck, along his jaw to his ear. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes just before her soft lips reclaimed his. He was happy to allow her to control the kiss for now as she gently tugged on his lower lip. The effect upon him was indescribable.

They moved languidly, bodies writing over each other, gently caressing each others skin and watching the reaction. The god was trying to outline her fingers with is own, as if trying to memorise her whole body by touch alone, secretly she was sure that was exactly what he was doing. Her silver gray eyes met his ruby, the time had now come, and she felt the sudden need to search his eyes to find out exactly what he was.