Redemption

Nightly desires

A/N
Right after the ~~~ sign, there's interspieces explicit sex. Guess the characters. Heh.

Aifos' Pov
Nights in the province of Tyrrendor were never quiet: either strong wingbeats of dragons or hunting cries of gryphons, many times both, always accompanied the moon's ascent.
I was sitting in the courtyard, and was wondering how the Gods could live in an empty sky, when nearing steps on the gravel had me aware of the presence behind me.
"I want you to remember you dragged me away from a very comfortable bed, with a very pretty Violet on it."
Even under the soft light of stars, it was clear that his body was honed while strictly keeping the war in mind: his shirt followed the sharp dips and ripples of his muscles, now tense with the promise of a spar. Whereas my own physique was overall strong, I could never manage to acquire his same cut, no matter the number of attempts: my sides had simply gentle curves, and my lips were plump, and my jaw was soft and framed by messy curls, similar to his own, and yet long enough they kept falling on my eyes, whereas his were carefully trimmed.
Although, recently, I could swear I'd seen them growing longer a little bit: perhaps a certain lightning wielder enjoyed pulling them in certain situations I shouldn't be picturing in my mind, or else I would be strangled on my bed.
I got up and unsheated Heill, "Enemies don't wait around, Xaden."
"No shit."
"It's your fault that we're out here and not in our rooms, I'd like you to remember. If you had followed my original plan this afternoon to remain cool and strengthen your mind instead of lashing out, I wouldn't have any reason to be awake right now."
He took up his sword and gave me an oblique smirk, "Enemies don't wait around, Aifos. And if you don't want to spar again, then why do we have our weapons in hand?"
"You will see. Gëuloth Heill!"
(Dull Heill).
We started circling around, our swords raised to our chests and our eyes glittering in each other's. I could feel his mind pushing against my own, but I kept mine firmly still.
He was the first to make a move: his arm snaked forward, and my sword clashed against his at the height of my hips. After being shoved away, he fell back in our circling pattern.
Then, I raised Heill and brought it down to his shoulder; but as he twisted away and was about to find his footing, my mind rushed towards his and pushed. His feet staggered and I attacked him, but at last he managed to block my thrust and hold his ground.
Each of us tried to get past the other's defense with quick moves, but I noticed his mind now was well behind his walls, and yet, despite its alerted state, didn't dare make any move against mine.
My own immediately started pressing, and with a grimace he earned a cut across his bicep.
"Never keep your mind still! Push back! Attack me! Move your feet!"
With a yell, he ran towards me with a couple of flashing thrusts and dodges, and as we drew breaths, he finally moved his mind. It shoved itself against me in the shape of shadowy tendrils, and my own song entangled itself with them.
I snaked Heill towards his tight, but with a twist of his wrist he blocked it and glowered at me.
"Again!"
Just like this afternoon, we found ourselves straining against the hilts of our swords, our faces taut with effort and our minds still battling. I was surging on my tiptoes, when he gritted out, "You need to get laid," and it was so out of the blue, and yet so damn near the actual truth, my attention fell short and his shadows slipped inside in time to see an image of golden and brown scales atop me, and fangs flashing too close to my exposed skin.
I immediately shoved both his mind and his body away from me and rubbed my stinging cheeks.
"You did well," I concided roughly, and he grinned, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"You better."
I adjusted the grip on my sword, and again we started walking around each other, but his eyes were gleaming with an amusement that hadn't been there before.
"There's nothing shameful about desire, y'know," he went on, and I regarded him with a frown, "We're still duelling, I don't-"
"I've been there before."
He tackled my moves so easily I had to step back and breathe deeply.
"Really, man. I meant what I said."
"I don't want to hear of it."
"I used to say the same thing to Garrick, too, and the poor man almost wanted to kill me on the spot."
"So do I."
Again, I attacked him, but my emotions were so over the place I didn't have enough clarity to fend his attacks and found myself with the tip of his sword an inch away from my throat. I reared my head back and stood still, my breathing laboured.
Xaden's voice was softer as he lowered his weapon, "Again, there's nothing shameful about desire."
"That's what you say, but-"
"How do you think I accepted my love for Violet last year? If you don't remember, she's the daughter of the general who sentenced my family to death, and all my friends' very own. I was in the  same shitty place you're currently standing in, trust me."
I shook my head, "But she isn't... I mean, she's a girl. They are... They aren't."
"I know. Desiring someone you aren't supposed to sucks. But I understand why you do: the bond between a dragon and its rider is deep and powerful, perhaps more so than what we can possibly conceive. And you have two, so it must be even worse."
"They're a handful, yes. But... But someone would've said it, right? If... Well, if *that* was something that often happened."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Indeed someone said it.-
Ronny's deep voice startled me so much I jumped and whirled around. With widened eyes and blazing cheeks, I watched him stepping away from the shadows and into the moonlight of the courtyard. His eyes were so deep every star could shine in them and they would look brighter than any nightsky.
"Well," said Xaden with a wink, "I'm outta here. I'll take your Heill... give me... and good luck," and with a pat on my shoulder he quickly fretted inside. But I paid him no mind, since Ronny was holding my whole focus, and my every breath, for himself.
-It was passed down to knowledge from teachers to students in the days of old. Many things have been lost during the Rider That Was Not Meant To Be's ascent, and not only lives. Knowledge, too.-
-But... But how...-
-It was said that seeking physical pleasures together would deepen the bond, and prove itself useful in battle, for both would be able to guess the other's thought by a ripple of muscles, a twitch of a wingtip or the flicker of an eye. And the pleasure shared was worthy to be yelled to the Gods.-
I didn't realise he'd been nudging me backwards until my back hit the bricks of the palace, and a soft grunt of surprise escaped my lips.
Had really the time of the Ancient Order seen coming true the dreams I was harbouring at night? Was truly Ronny not ashamed of me, but perhaps, only perhaps, attuned with me also in this topic? Was Chex so, too?
With a growl, he shoved his snout against my neck, and shivers rippled down my spine. His scales were rough against my skin, but more so was his voice, -You belong to me, now. His turn will come later.-
Heat pooled in my belly, and instinctively I squeezed my legs together and closed my eyes.
-Open your mouth.-
I snapped my eyes open, -W... what?-
-Open your mouth.-
With stinging cheeks, I obeyed, my eyes screwed shut once again. It took all of my willpower not to flinch away when he brought his snout close to my face, and almost every breath was knocked out from my chest when he slipped his tongue past my lips.
It was hot, and rough, and so thick I had to strain my jaw and tilt my head to better accommodate it. Slowly, he twisted his tongue on mine, and my whole body shuddered so strongly I had to brace my weight against the wall.
I gagged and sputtered when he explored the beginning of my throat, but only a low growl left his, as he pushed deeper, until his saliva mixed itself with mine on my chin and neck.
-So fucking tight and perfect and mine. I have been a fool for having waited for so long.-
I gulped breaths when he freed my mouth, and with his eyes in mine he licked his upper lip and hummed.
Then, as sharp as a command, -Clothes off.-
When my last sock hit the floor, again he lowered his head and brushed my skin right below my collarbones. He drew a path directing downward, and at his every breath gooseflesh followed. By the time he'd reached my hips, I was biting my tongue so harshly I feared I was tasting blood.
-I'd like to hear you, but we will work through that in time.-
I was mumbling some nonsense, when suddenly he shoved his muzzle lower and forward, straight up between my legs and past my hard cock.
Completely taken aback, I surged on my tiptoes and couldn't hold back a shy groan, which got answered by a growl that had my toes curling.
-Your pussy is already dripping wet. Tell me, how many nights have you muffled your whimpers with your pillow, your fingers wet with your cum?-
"I... I... I don't know."
-You don't? What a shame. I remember you staying awake very late just last night.-
This time, I didn't say anything and only leaned against the wall. I truly hoped no late rider, or flier, or anyone really, would shuffle here, and see Ronny licking a path from my cunt to the underside of my cock. I grappled his hunched neck and arched my back while biting bloody my lower lip.
-So shy. Oh, but the shiest ones always scream the loudest.-
My hands slid from his neck to his legs when he straightened himself up, as the cold wind replaced the heat of his tongue.
I was distractedly staring at his brown scales, and wondering how the night would go from now on, when he nudged my chin upwards with the tip of a single, gentle claw.
Then, the tip followed the broad slope of my shoulders, flicked on my perked nipples, and with eyes as dark pools of nightly desires he drew it over my sides, only to growl when out of instinct I tried to shuffle away.
-Stay still for me.-
-Sorry.-
He went back up again, and drummed it on my split lip.
-So soft for me. So pliant. Come, let's go deeper in the forest.-
I quickly shoved my pants up my legs and with the other clothes in my hands I fretted towards an annoyed Ronny, -Why did you do that? I enjoyed the view.-
-I won't walk up and about completely naked!-
And fully excited, might I add. Even now, I was sticky, and straining against my leathers.
-You humans and your silly little shame.-
-Silly little shame for you, maybe!-
He chuffed, but said nothing.
When I spotted Chex laying in front of a tree, his scales of a deep silver, and tracking down my every movement with his golden eyes, my pussy clenched and my cock twitched.
Ronny snapped at him -Don't meddle, you! They're mine, now,- and shoved me against the broad rock in the middle of the clearing, -And you, off with your clothes at once!-
When I kicked off my pants and threw haphazardly the rest of the clothes somewhere to my right, Chex whispered, -They're beautiful.-
-Get on the rock.-
I was about to shuffle around the stone and try to find a more comfortable position, when Ronny flung his snout between my legs, thus forcing them to part. This time, I let out a moan at his licks at my most sensitive parts.
I gasped when his teeth flashed on my nub, and when his scales rubbed against my cock.
But suddenly I tensed up and shoved him away, -Wait, wait!-
Immediately, he raised his snout, -What?-
-Just... Hold on for a second.-
He frowned, but waited.
I closed my eyes, curling into myself until enough peace of mind could be found for me to create a spell. It was vulgar, terribly so, and shameful, but my body was blazing too much for me to care.
-What did you do?- asked softly Chex, and Ronny waited to listen to my answer, even if from the glitter of his eyes I knew he'd understood everything.
-Go on, tell him, kid.-
I rubbed my cheeks, unable to meet neither's gaze now that I had to say it out loud, -I uh... I made a spell that makes me able to take you.-
Ronny's voice was devious as he once again nuzzled my hidden heat, -What would Eragon say, if he knew that all the days trying to teach his first student every spell led to this night, when they are nothing but such a slut they made up a spell with which we can fuck their pretty little pussy just like we would if they were a dragon? What would he say,kid?-
With a gulp, I leaned down on my elbows, and outright gasped when his tongue started pushing past my pussy. It molded me to its pleasure with its twists and licks, and I could only cling to him with my tights and push my hips back to him. My lips were parted, and my body was trembling, as if it struggled living with the pleasure given to it, or as if it was scolding me for having denied it such an enjoyment throughout all these years. A low growl slipped past his lips at that thought, and I felt it everywhere.
But, if one of my pains was being taken care of, the other was being cruelly ignored, and its desperation only fed up the flames in my belly.
A sudden twist of his tongue, and I cried out while my inner walls spasmed and clenched, and blinding pleasure zeroed across our bonds. Ronny grunted to keep himself from following my release with his own, and when he raised his head after one last lick, his cheeky grin had my cheeks flaming up.
-See? The loudest of them all.-
Perhaps to run away from the intensity of his eyes, I turned my head to look for Chex, but a brown wing was all I could see instead.
-Mine, now, I told you.- He flicked his tail, and shifted slightly so that I could see his erection.
It was obviously huge, and thick, and of an angry-red; when I squinted my eyes, I could see spikes littering it, and I swore it was way hotter than his tongue, so much that if I tried to lick up a stripe, I would burn my tongue.
-Turn around, on your hands and knees.-
His voice left no room for discussion, especially after his cock brushed my still sensitive pussy when my palms splayed on the rough stone. Only after a couple of attempts his tip caught me, then slowly pushed itself inside, as scorching as tongues of fire.
I shouted and twisted and pushed my hips against him, while he reassured me by brushing my mind with his.
-You're taking me so well.-
Then, he sent down the bond his feelings: my pussy clenching down his cock so tightly he could hardly move; his cock so hard and his balls so heavy he was sure he would breed me properly; the tip of his wings shaking, and overall his whole body contracted, holding him back from desperately diving into me, just as many nights he'd dreamt of doing.
-So tight,- he groaned as he drew away from me so that only the tip would remain; I squirmed and tried glaring at him from over my shoulder, but cried out when he slammed inside  with such strength I slid on my elbows with a gasp.
All his consideration was gone as he kept thrusting into me, his cock dragging itself against my inner walls with its spikes making me cry.
By now, I'd hid my face in the crook of my elbows, my hands grappling at my hair just for the sake of holding to something. Some spit was drying on my skin, but I didn't dare move to wipe it off.
The indecent slap of his balls against the curve of my ass had me moaning even louder, for which Ronny hardened his growls.
Pleasure exploded when he found the spot; I clamped down on him so suddenly he roared and almost crumbled atop me. Then, after he regained balance, he kept pounding there until my belly contracted and an orgasm was ripped from me with a scream.
My knees and elbows and shoulders were starting to get bruised, and my throat sore, when his rhythm grew even more broken. A couple of humps later, he dove all the way in and cummed scorching ropes of his load so harshly my elbows sank even further. His roar sounded muffled to my ears as my body shook for another violent orgasm.
I could feel him steadily giving me his cum, up to the point my belly couldn't keep it in anymore and started leaking between my tights.
It seemed hours went by before he slowly stepped back and let me properly crumble down on the rock. However, when I rolled on my back, my eyes were met with silver scales and eager golden eyes.
Chex immediately parted my legs with his snout and licked Ronny's cum off my cunt; the act alone had me constricting around nothing and twitching helplessly.
"Fuck."
-Our mate's excited again,- he murmured.
-M...mate?-
-Yes, love. You're my mate, my partner, the one to whom the stars drew a path for me to follow in my Sleep.-
I was about to mumble something, when he opened his maw and dragged his barbed tongue across my cock.
A steady flow of energy kept me from blacking out; I craned my neck trying to spot Ronny, but a firm squeeze to my cock had me thumping my head against the stone with a groan instead.
-Mine, now.-
-I... I know.-
I didn't quite trust my mouth to speak coherently, for now.
-You're still open and puffy. I could slide in without any worry.-
My tights engulfed his snout again while I arched myself against his scales, -Yes, please, yes.-
-What do you want?-
-I want your cock. Baby. Please!-
-By Dunne, you're so beautiful. All desperate, and so gloriously naked for me.-
When he squeezed my cock with his tongue, I tightened my hold of his snout with my tights, but I cried out when a flash of fangs skimmed on my tip and my hold loosened enough for Chex to disentangle himself from my legs. His eyes were of burnt gold, where desire burned as bright as the first star of the morning.
Desperate for him, I widely spread my legs, giving him a perfect sight of my sexes. My dick was red, with a constant flow of pre-cum dribbling on the tip, while my pussy was dripping wet, and eager to get filled to the brim.
The pleasure that had been denied to me was dancing near the borders of complexion, and from Chex's cheeky grin, he was perfectly aware of it, especially when he held eye-contact and slowly swayed his hips.
My pussy clasped the air as my cheeks went ablaze and desire pulled taught my stomach.
"Chex!"
At this plea, he growled deep, every trace of amusement lost, and slammed his foreclaws on the rock. I saw the silver of his scales replacing the sky and I shifted my hips to adjust my position, but then they were slammed back down by his right foreclaw.
I could feel blood tickling across my skin, but I was too dazed to care.
As long as Chex gave in to his desire, he could do whatever he wished to do with me. He must've probably picked up this thought, because with a possessive roar he drove his hips forward and his cock into me.
At the sudden burst of deliciously pained pleasure, I moaned loudly and let my head bump against the rock.
The slide was endless, and when only his tip remained, I widened my legs even more and pushed my hips back against him, only to slide back at the roughness of his humps, with unintelligible noises slipping from between my constantly parted lips.
Chex's wings were draped loosely around his sides, and their velvet brush against my heated skin sent shivers down my spine. When one of his wings skimmed forward, I opened my mouth and clamped my teeth down his soft membrane.
It threw Chex off the edge, and he utterly claimed my depths as once again boiling ropes of cum were shot in my cunt, that was shaken by my violent orgasm, as well as my cock.
This time, my hands grappled his flanks as every breath was knocked out from my lungs. Now, I could see my belly getting engorged by his semen and it led me to clamp down on Chex, who groaned above me, his tongue lolling out from his fangs.
After seemingly eternity, he shuffled back and out from me and I could turn on my side, still leaking out his come.
Now that passion was well fed, I could feel the soreness of my body, but mostly of my reddened pussy, clearly so even with my curly public hair half hiding it.
Someone licked my back, and I huffed, my voice rough, "Baby."
-Did I hurt you?-
I shook my head, "No." -You made me feel very good-
-You too. I never wanted to get out.-
My cheeks went aflame as a small smile quivered on my lips, -Now, don't exaggerate.-
-I didn't.-
I fell on my back and slung both of my arms across my eyes, until a giggle slipped out my mouth.
-Why are you laughing, kid?-
-I just... I mean, I just got fucked by two dragons.-
-Of course we fucked you, love. You're our mate. Perhaps, one day our mating will be fruitful.-
I got up on my elbows to gape at a casual Chex, who tilted his head, -What? I said one day.-
-I don't... I... I...-
His voice softened up, -It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.-
He purred and nuzzled me lovingly, and I could only place my hand on his cheek.
His growl was low, -Besides, we can't wait for you to be ready to do it again.-
I flushed, but at the embers sparking in my lower stomach, I could say just the same.

A/N
I need holy water, I know. But the question is, do you?