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To Train A Dragon Rider (Distain2003 & darkangel76)

"This is easy you will be able to learn this, its no real challenge its just knowing how to move your arm and when to release it. " He moved and headed over to take the knife from the wood cleaning it quickly he slipped it back into his hiding place. Jogging up behind her he smirked moving so that she was between him and the water again. Half tempted to push her in just to prove that he would do what ever he wanted. Then he remembered how she looked when he did so before and he decided against it.

He did not want to place that vivid image back in his mind just before bed it could lead to another torrid night of dreams. He smiled and jogged a bit ahead to allow his mind to clear as it always did on a run. His mind wondered as the made their way around the lake realizing suddenly that he never taught her to knife fight. Something he would need to do before the made it to town or she could be in trouble.

Once they rounded the lake he turned to her his breathing a bit heavy pausing allowing her to both catch up and catch her breath. Standing there before her he panted lightly as he stood before her taking a deep breath he smiled. "Pull your knife and attack me. " He stared at her his look telling her that if she did not draw and attack him he would attack her to teach his lesson.
 
Liana’s breath came in short rasps as she tried to catch her breath. The jog had been long, but she was pleased that she at least made it around without collapsing.

Liana blinked hard at Thanos. Did he really tell her to attack him? With a knife? She couldn’t believe it. Sure, she knew anything she could even remotely attempt on him would be easily countered, but still. The idea of it sounded so dangerous to her. What if something went wrong?

“You can’t be serious,” Liana whispered. But the look in Thanos’ eyes said enough. He most certainly was serious.

There was something strange in the way Thanos looked at her, it was as if he was preparing to attack her if she didn’t do something. Soon. Swallowing, Liana stood there frozen for a moment, trying to quickly decide what to do. Suddenly, he lunged at her causing her to shout out and reach for the blade secured to her body. She managed to dodge his initial assault, her feet sloshing a bit in the shallow water along the lake’s shoreline. Eyes wide, she was totally shaken at what he’d just tried to do. He tried to attack her.

Fear washed over Liana. She knew, ultimately, that Thanos wouldn’t truly harm her. Hurt her? Maybe. Her mind suddenly drifted to when he’d tied her up and had lashed at her with ropes. Suddenly, she wondered how far he’d go before he’d relent. Not wanting to chance an injury, she held tightly to her blade and lunged at him. She missed by a mile and fell to the ground. Twisting her body around to see where he’d gone, she’d lost sight of him.

‘Where did he go?’ Liana asked herself, her lips trembling. She held tightly to her knife, her knuckles turning white due to her tight grip. Deciding to just get up, she got onto her knees and began to stand up.
 
Thanos did not like having to do things this way forcing her to defend herself was not the way he wanted things. He moved to stand before her as she regained her feet. "Turn the knife so it looks like mine! Flick your wrist as your hand moves past to slash with the knife. And always always keep one eye and one hand on the enemies weapon hand." He said the cold metal blade running down his wrist as he held the knife for a fight.

He moved in to attack her again his fist narrowly missing her neck as his empty hand gripped her wrist and drove it away from his body. "Cut going both ways. " He said firmly pulling his hand back and twisting the blade so that the flat part would strike her. The wide flat of the blade pressing into her neck the back of her neck as he pulled her firmly on an angle past him. Pressing his knee into her stomach and rolling her over it as gently as could be done wanting to show her to use every part of her body in every fight.

Once she was on the ground he placed his knife away quickly and offered his hands to help her up. He remained mindful of her blade not wanting to giver her the chance to turn his idea against him. He looked into her eyes once she was on her feet and let out a soft sigh he hated hurting her to teach her but it was the only way he knew. "At least the way your learning does not leave you scared. " He said softly trying to impart that the way he had learned some of these lessons was much harsher.
 
Liana quirked an eyebrow up at Thanos’ statement. ‘Leave me scared?’ she thought to herself. ‘What does he mean by that?’ A shiver ran down her spine as her mind quickly went over the possibilities behind saying such a thing. It was becoming more and more clear that the dragon rider had not had an easy life at all. She wondered suddenly what it had been like before he became the warrior she saw before her now.

Licking her lips and swallowing, Liana’s eyes remained fixed on Thanos’. She was fearful that he’d try to attack her again. Not to scare her or hurt her, but because he wasn’t through with his lesson just yet. Her knife was still be clutched tightly in her one hand. She loosened her grip ever so slightly, shifting it so that she held it similarly to the way he did, blade out, facing the ‘enemy’. Her heart was racing, her body shaking, trying to come up with what to do.

Suddenly, Liana lunged at Thanos. Her knife missed him, but she’d gotten closer to striking her mark. She wondered if that was a true improvement or just luck giving her a helping hand. Regardless, she tried her best not to wobble or fall as she missed him. She managed to remain on her feet and immediately twisted her body around to face him once more, her eyes fixed to his.

Liana wondered why Thanos suddenly had such an interest in teaching her self-defense. He’d said it was because the nearby town wasn’t as safe as it might appear at first glance. That there were people residing and lurking there with ill intentions, a want to hurt, to degradate, humiliate. It made her wonder just how bad the town could really be. Surely he had to be exaggerating, trying to get her to bend a little so as to better learn the things he was trying to teach her. Perhaps he thought by instilling fear, she’d be more apt to retain things. She had to admit, if this was indeed his reasoning, it did have a slight impact. However, she couldn’t help but think that he was embellishing the possibilities of what could potentially happen.

Pushing her questions from her mind, Liana focused on the sparring going on between her and Thanos instead. Her questions could wait. Trying to predict his next move, she lunged at him again.
 
He wanted to push her and continue the fight knowing that extra training would help her in the long run but it would cause her some issues. He knew if he wanted to train her hard he would have to beat her up a bit but it was possible he could push her to far. As she kept attacking him he continued to defend her he loved that she was still pushing the attack even after her had placed his blade away. Deflecting her first attack he reached to strike her but was barely able to do so. Twisting himself out of position he placed his fist on her side in a gentle tap just showing her the weak point.

When she attacked again he went decided to do something he would never do in a real fight. It would leave him open for reprisals but she would not attack him to injure him badly. Dropping his shoulder he let the blow roll right over his shoulder only inches from his neck. He then threw a moved planting his leg behind hers and threw his arm into her chest firmly driving them both back. The way he struck her drover her down shoulders and back first causing her to land heavily on her back driving the wind from her lungs.

Once she was on the ground he moved quickly taking the knife from her with a firm twist his hand carefully gripping the blade. Tossing the the blade a few feet from them before standing and smirking at her as he stood between her and the knife wanting to show her how to get it back. "Get up and get you knife back. " Smiling he stood ready for a fight his eyes locked on her. "Come running in and plant your foot between my legs throw your shoulder into my chest and hook my leg at the same time pulling it back behind you. It will drive me to the ground then crawl over me and get the blade. " He stood knowing his reactions where faster then most and that move would work against most she would battle hand to hand.
 
Liana could tell that Thanos was holding back. It wasn’t like him. The other day he’d been ruthless, he’d hurt her, been so very cold. This time he held back what she knew full well he was capable of, he explained things more, he even left himself vulnerable. It was odd and she wondered why he’d do such a thing when he’d shown no signs of ever relenting just a day ago. She figured it had something to do with going into town the following day. That perhaps the sight of a dragon rider and a woman who appeared injured wouldn’t go over so well and call out unnecessary, not to mention unwanted, attention.
Listening to Thanos’ words, Liana did her best to do as he said, to pay attention to the things he was trying to relay to her. It was difficult and she knew she was far from where she needed to be, where he wanted her to be. But all she could do was try and continue to do so. Several times, he could’ve bested her, killed her if he’d had the mind to do it. It was a harsh reality and it made her even more grateful that he was holding back for her. At least for now while she was still trying to learn even the most rudimentary of basics.

Suddenly, Thanos struck at Liana in a way that made her eyes tear, her lungs hurt. Panic immediately washed over her entire body. She couldn’t breathe. No matter how hard she tried to take in air, it just wouldn’t come. Lying on her back, her terrified eyes darted back and forth, trying to focus on something, anything. She needed to calm down if she was to breathe again. She barely noticed Thanos ripping her knife right out of her hand. Suddenly, just like that, the air did come. She was able to inhale and feel the precious air move down through her airways and into her lungs, filling them completely. It was a relief.

Liana twisted her body and saw Thanos standing in front of her. Her knife was nowhere to be found. Where had he put it? Then, she saw it behind him, on the ground. He was blocking her from retrieving it. He then told her to get up and try and get her knife back. Was he insane? There was no way she’d be able to pull something like that off. She wished she could, but she knew there was no way. Not now, not yet.

"Come running in and plant your foot between my legs, throw your shoulder into my chest and hook my leg at the same time pulling it back behind you. It will drive me to the ground, then crawl over me and get the blade." Thanos made it sound easy, but to Liana’s ears, she doubted she could do it.

Thanos’ expression made Liana tremble ever so slightly. He meant for her to do it. Fearing what would happen if she hesitated any longer, she ran at him, his body so much bigger than her own. Doubt filling her mind, she tried to go on instinct instead. She shoved her smaller body into him, trying to take him off balance by hooking her leg about his. He fell to the ground, her body on top of his. Her eyes fixed to his for a moment and then she crawled over him, desperately trying to reach her blade.
 
Thanos beamed with pride as she slammed into him with more force then she realized. It was almost enough to knock him off balance even before she riped his leg from under him. Falling hard on the ground found her staring into his eyes and it put him off for a moment. She was inches from grabbing the knife when his hands gripped her belt and yanked on it firmly causing the rope like belt to groan and wine in protest. If it had not been for her shapely hips he would have yanked her pants clean off.

He groaned and rolled on top of her giving her a firm smack across the face a shot that would leave her cheek with his hand marking it for the rest of the night. He did not want to smack her but he knew he needed to show her some pain to make the fight more real to make her desire to fight for her life against him. His body was now laying between her legs pressing firmly into her body as his hand moved to her throat. His fingers pressing just firmly enough to make her mind cloudy, as his other hand fought to control her hand.

He stared into her eyes fully intending to choke the life from her if she failed to remember the move he had shown her. He would not kill her but she would have a violent end to her knight. His body pressed hard against her as they struggled over control of her hand his body ready to react if she did counter properly. Ready to transition into the second hold he had shown her wanting to test her ability to remember the moves he taught her when it counted.
 
Liana’s cheek stung from the blow Thanos had given her. This was more of what she’d grown accustomed to. The coldness, the ruthlessness. She could also feel that her pants were now quite loose about her waist. They could be removed easily, she realized. And that’s when she understood what he was doing. His body had managed to pry her legs apart, pressing firmly between them.

Just then, Thanos’ one hand went to her throat, choking her, making her cough and gasp. Her vision blurring slightly, she looked into his eyes. The menace was there again. He meant to hurt her if she didn’t do something. Trying to breathe, she felt her eyes tear up, her muscles getting weaker. She could still feel his body between her legs.

Without thinking, Liana reached her hand up to Thanos, her eyes pleading for him to stop. Suddenly, she shoved her elbow into his elbow. The strike caused his hand to lose its grip on her throat. Immediately she grabbed his neck, her intent to break his nose against her forehead. She didn’t care if it hurt him. Or her, for that matter. Plus, it was the only thing she could think to do given the situation. She didn’t think he’d actually do anything to dishonor her, but he’d definitely humiliate her and hurt her to get his point across. She already knew he was capable of doing that.

“No!” Liana shouted out as she moved to bring his face against her forehead.
 
He could see her breaking and thought she was about to give in to him and he had only just tightened up his grip when she drove his hand away. He smirked as her head came up his arm rapidly leaving her wrist and pressing into her shoulders and neck. Pressing her back down into the ground separating the pair preventing her from crushing his nose with her skull. His body was still laying heavily against hers for the moment as he reached up and gently patted her cheek.

Slowly he shifted against her and moved to stand his body towering over her his legs spread over her body. With great care he reached down and gripped her under her arms lifting her back to her feet. His eyes ignoring the fact her pants now hung on her instead of clinging to her. Smiling he gently patted her cheek again he was proud that she had remembered and fought bravely to defend herself. Slowly slipping away from her he moved to the knife on the ground picking it up he held the blade and offered her the handle.

"You did well. You just might have a chance at not getting yourself killed. " He said softly wanting to encourage her with out seeming to grow soft to her. Even though she was slowly weaseling her way into his good graces, she was so determined to fight him at every step. He turned once she had taken the blade and walked into the house moving to his room to start his nightly prayer. Forgetting to shut the door fully he knelt his mumbled foreign words drifting faintly into the hall.
 
Liana touched her throat, coughing softly as it adjusted to not having the pressure of Thanos’ hold against it any longer. She was totally dumbfounded when he released her and then helped her up. He gave her cheek a pat as he handed her back her knife handle first.

“You did well,” Thanos said. Liana just looked at him. “You just might have a chance at not getting yourself killed.” At that he turned away from her and headed inside the cabin.

Liana tried to read his expression before he so abruptly walked away. She wondered why he always did that. It was like he couldn’t stand being in her presence any longer than he had to. Though what she found so strange was that he always seemed to do that after she did something he actually approved of. It confused her. Then, perhaps he just didn’t want her to become too confident in her achievements.

Standing outside by herself for several moments, Liana finally decided to follow Thanos inside. She pushed open the door, but Thanos was already upstairs. Quietly, she crept up the creaking staircase so as not to bother him any more than she already had and did. As she walked past the door to his room, she noticed that it was slightly ajar. She stopped and glanced over, taking a small peek into his room. She saw him kneeling on the floor, words she didn’t understand passing over his lips. Tilting her head, she watched him for several moments before giving a soft exhale and going to her bedroom.
 
Soon Thanos stood his prayer finally over for the night he moved to the window and looked to the sky. It was so nice and refreshing to not see the sky filled with dragon's and their riders. He could not wait till her father ended the war and he could retire to a place where he could just be let alone. He took a slow long breath and stripped down to his shorts before finally crawling back into bed.

His body sinking into the bed comfortably it felt good to be in the cool sheets with out clothing covering him. He was not going to let her change how he stayed in his room any more. Closing his eyes he laid there his face flushing as the image from earlier that day of her soaked form at the tip of his sword. The image was so vivid it was like she was still standing before him.

He quickly grew uncomfortable and opened his eyes laying there staring at the ceiling shaking his head. "What are you doing stop thinking about that. You need to focus on other things.... I never thought i would pray for bad dreams. " He grumbled as he grew angry that his body was betraying him forcing him to think about something he should not be thinking about.
 
Liana walked over to the fire and added more wood to it since it had dimmed considerably over the course of the day. As the flames grew higher, she sat down on her bed and slipped off the rather large clothing she’d been wearing. It slid off her body easily, pooling at her feet on the floor. She bent down to pick them up and place them on the chair. Then, she sat back on the bed and snuggled down beneath the sheets, resting her head against the pillow.

Staring at the ceiling, Liana wondered what exactly Thanos had been doing when she passed by his room. It looked as though he’d been praying. To whom or for what, she had no idea. The language he’d been speaking was unfamiliar to her. She wondered if it was the language of Pheir or if it was something else. She just didn’t know. And she was still a bit too fearful of him to ask him about it later.

Liana twisted her body a little, her face still stinging from Thanos’ earlier smack. She touched the place where his hand had made contact with her skin and rubbed it gently. The smack had hurt, though she knew why he’d done it. She wondered if he ever felt any remorse for having to do such things to her to train her. It was hard to tell what he thought or felt about anything. But she knew what she felt every time she looked in his dark eyes, during those moments where his hatred and bitterness weren’t at the forefront, at least. There was something about them that pulled her in.

Liana shook her head and looked over to her window. The sky was pitch black and she could see the silvery light of the moon streaking in through her window. Unable to sleep she got up and walked over to her window. She looked outside and could see the moon reflecting off the black waters of the lake. She heaved a sigh. Though tired, her body wouldn’t allow her to sleep. Deciding to give in, she crept down the stairs slowly, trying her best to make as little noise as possible. But it was hard given how creaky the stairs were.

Once downstairs, Liana added wood to the fire. She grabbed herself an apple and sat down on the small rug next to the fireplace. She stared at the flames for a long time before she finally got up to move onto one of the couches. She snuggled into a corner and continued to watch the flames. Slowly, her eyes began to feel heavier and heavier. Eventually, she could no longer keep them open and sleep overtook her.
 
Thanos tossed and turned for another long time until he heard her go back down stairs and it peeked his interest. He has though he has pushed her hard enough today that the young woman would have blacked out once she hit the sheets. Not hearing her come back after nearly an hour he got up to check on her. He was not sure what was going on but he wanted to know if she was having a hard time. Not that she would tell him if she was having any emotional issues and he would not blame her as they where not exactly friends.

Moving down the stairs he intentionally skipping the steps that would squeak his descent nothing more then heavy foot falls. He did not see her at first and he moved around the house a bit to find her, not seeing her still he opened the door and glanced outside. The chill night air washing into the building forcing air over the entire lower floor he looked outside before the chill hitting his bare chest caused him to close the door.

Turning around confused he saw her laying there silently resting on the couch, it was when he saw her attire that he grew unsettled. She was nearly nude and he was being given a amazing view of her lovely form and he could not look away. Standing there as he had seen hundreds of times when men saw his dragon bearing down on them not able to run. His eyes remained motionless able to take her all in one location and that is what his body was commanding forcing him to look at her. Despite the fact there would be adverse reactions both now in the future caused by seeing her in such a way.
 
Liana began to stir ever so slightly. She shifted her body and shivered, her hands instinctually reaching for a blanket. Her skin suddenly felt so cold, as if a chilly wind had just caressed it. When her hands found no blanket, she slowly blinked her eyes open and sat up. The room was darker than before, and colder, the fire dim once more.

Shivering again, Liana stood up and went over to the fireplace. She bent down and threw a couple pieces of wood onto it. She then moved to get the poker. She poked at the wood until the flames danced a bit higher, their warmth emanating just that much more out into the room. Putting the poker aside, she smiled and rubbed her arms a bit. She could feel the goose bumps covering them and she knew the covered the rest of her skin as well.

Liana walked back over to the couch and sat down again. For some reason, she didn’t want to go to her room just yet. She stared at the fire, letting her eyes adjust to the soft glow it cast about the room. Suddenly, she looked up, a strange shadow catching her eye. She gasped when she realized that she recognized the form. It was Thanos.
 
Thanos did not move an inch his eyes still transfixed on her body as she rose and moved around. He could not help but stare her from was fantastic and hypnotizing almost intoxicating. His form body had began to respond to the view he had been taking in for nearly 3 minuets when she sat down. A ridge beginning to form in the front of his shorts and down his leg light clearly he was beginning to become aroused by her form. He snapped back to life as she reacted to his presence trying to make it look like he had only just arrived and was not staring at her.

He moved past her struggling not to look at her the light flinging shadows across his form as he walked accentuation both the lines of his muscles and the line in his shorts. She would now be able to see the scars on his chest small pot mark burns several large puncture wounds and a large gash of a scar on his lower stomach from a knife fight. He walked into the kitchen and gathered a glass of filling it with waters slowly and taking a drink. He did not want her to realize what he had been doing but he knew she most likely did.

After drinking the glass of water he turned back towards her his eyes purposely avoiding viewing her and going back to the stairs. Avoiding her sight was not helping, it had been years since he had lest felt a womans touch and several months since he had seen one in the state she was in. Just though thought of it was making his body react more the line in his shorts getting more defined as he continued to grow. Moving quickly he went up to his room and crawled into bed closing his eyes trying to drive the image from his mind so he could finally get some sleep.
 
Liana felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was racing and she knew that her cheeks were red. Luckily, the dimness of the room hid how red they really had become for she could feel them burning. As Thanos suddenly walked past her and into the kitchen, she licked her lips, in awe of his body. Her eyes caught sight of his muscles, noticing the shape they gave him. Her eyes also saw the scars marring his flesh, each one telling a story she was certain, something more about the man he was. The warrior he was.

As Liana’s eyes wandered over Thanos, taking in the contours of his body, she noticed a bulge in his shorts. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. For some reason he was aroused, though he seemed to be ignoring that he was completely. Biting down on her lip just then, she could feel her own body starting to react as well. She suddenly began to feel very warm, despite the chill in the air. Her nipples tightened and a dull ache began to throb ever so slightly between her legs. The sensations washing over her made her heart race and she wondered how noticeable her body’s reactions actually were. Were they as noticeable as what she’d managed to see with Thanos?

Liana watched Thanos drink his water and then head up the stairs. He didn’t utter a single word to her. Though she had no idea what she’d say herself had he done so. She felt like her speech had been taken away at that moment. And her entire body felt like molten liquid. Making her feel like if she’d moved, she’d melt instantly onto the floor.

Once Thanos had made it upstairs, Liana let out a long exhale. Slowly, she was trying to process what had just happened between the two of them. The tension still lingered in the room and it felt oppressive, suffocating. Yet she found it strangely exhilarating. ‘He had to have felt it too,’ she thought to herself. There was no way he didn’t. Standing up, she walked over to the stairs, glancing up them before taking a step upward. She wondered what he was thinking. If it was anything like what her own thoughts were.

Walking up the creaky stairs, Liana knew full well that she wouldn’t look at Thanos the same ever again. She also knew he’d fill her dreams once she managed to find sleep once again. Casting her eyes downward as she reached the top of the stairs, she didn’t even look to see if he’d shut his door. Instead, she just went to her room and snuggled under the blankets. She touched her cheek a little, in the place where he’d smacked her earlier in the day. She could still feel his hand upon her skin, the warmth behind the sting of his strike. Her mind wandered more and she recalled how his hands had gripped at her hips, how his body had felt between her legs. Again, she felt that ache between her legs.

Clamping her eyes shut, Liana tried to relax. It was several long minutes before she felt her body calm down and become drowsy once more. Eventually, she found sleep, though her mind was filled with nothing but Thanos.
 
Thanos laid there for nearly an hour tossing and turning now fully erect his groin protested his every movement. His mind wondered over her body able to see her swollen nipples and flushed cheeks. Finally finding an angle that was not stimulating his groin he was able to drift off to sleep though he knew full well she would not leave him tonight. Letting out a sigh as he finally drifted off he silently begged for his sleep to be dream less.

In his dreams it was as if he was replaying the day tossing her into the water was when things changed. As he began showing her how to fight his mind removed both of their clothing. The movements continued and soon descending into a evening of carnal delight. His body writhed in his bed as it did in his dreams as he ravished the young woman in the sand on the beach. Waking up his groin harder then it had been ever before in his life he was lost. He had no choice on what to do if he was going to leave his room at all today.

Soon he was doing what needed done his hand on his groin under the covers moving rapidly as he tried to resolve the issue so he could get dressed. For the first time in his life he was not pleasuring himself because he wanted to climax but because he needed to solve his issue. After nearly a half hour of firm rapid motions and soft groans he drenched his shorts with the build up from weeks of not releasing. Once that was complete he stood cleaning himself off and changing slipping into his armor to prevent his body from revealing itself to her again.

He then slipped down stairs again silently not wanting to disturb her for fear of the awkward conversation that was to come. Once downstairs he started breakfast and lite the signal fire that would call his dragon back from the mountains so he could take her into town. Fully armed again he closed his eyes as he cooked trying to refocus himself on the task that was coming for the day. He could not afford to have the thoughts filling his mind as he trained her it would be certain she would not learn if he did.
 
Liana tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with images of Thanos. His eyes, his face, his body. As she slept, she couldn’t shake the image of him staring at her while downstairs in the cabin, his scarred body beckoning her, completely aroused. Instead of him going up the stairs, he approached her much like he did when he tried to teach her how to defend herself. Their eyes locked onto each others, dark on pale, he firmly gripped her arm and pulled her to him. Immediately, their lips connected sending electric jolts radiating throughout her body. Her warm skin only quenched when his hands touched her, roamed all over her, exploring every inch he could.

Small groans escaped Liana’s lips as she dreamed. Everything seemed so real, so vivid and vibrant. When she awoke, the sensation between her legs was more than she could bear. Sitting up, she felt herself blush as a result. Her breasts were taught, her nipples erect. Not used to feeling such things, her hand instinctually went to touch her breast. She let out a tiny gasp and her fingers then went to her nipple, giving it a small squeeze. Immediately, she shut her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. All of her senses seemed heightened, her body so sensitive to even the smallest of touches. Biting down on her lip, she squeezed her thighs together. She could feel moisture pooling between her legs as she squeezed and suddenly, her eyes opened wide. With the squeeze came the tiniest pulse of pleasure. Again she gasped.

All these sensations were so new to Liana. Hesitant, she reached a trembling a hand down underneath the flimsy material of her underwear, letting her fingers brush the pink folds of her sex. They were soaked. The moment her fingers touched her clit a small moan escaped her lips.

Liana blushed again. She knew what was happening to her, but it was all so very strange. Unsure of what to do, but trusting her instincts, she allowed her fingers to freely explore what was hidden underneath the material of her underwear. As she did, ripples of pleasure coursed through her veins until she finally felt her body shake and shudder from orgasm. She had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from shouting out.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Liana slipped on the rest of her ‘now dry’ clothes. She ran her fingers through her dark hair and when she looked in the mirror she saw that her cheeks had a rosy look to them. Trying not to pay it any mind, she gently pushed open her door and descended the creaky staircase. Once at the bottom, she saw Thanos had already started to prepare breakfast.
 
Thanos glanced at her as she came down stairs she looked different and not simply because of the way he was looking at her. The look in her eyes was different some how, her cheeks where pink as though she had put on blush, and she walked in a much more fluid, less tense in way. His mind wandered back to his thoughts trying to figure out what was different about her he could not for the life of him figure it out.

The meal finished he moved to the table and set down their plates and glasses, pouring each a drink before setting down to eat. The he could hear the dragon circling down around as he had become so familiar to the beating of the beasts wings he could hear the near silent noises. He ate slowly his eyes avoiding the young woman across from him as much as he could the nerves she had caused him where unreal.

He took a deep breath and pressed on eating quickly like normal before placing his plates in the sink and turning to walk outside. "Don't worry about the dishes we should get going soon. Come on out when your done. " He said softly moving to outside starting to work out doing push ups just trying to push some testosterone from his system. He groan and continued to work out as hard as he could with out going full force and being obvious just wanting to look like he was bored and working out.
 
Liana’s heart skipped a beat when Thanos turned to look at her. And when he abruptly turned away she furrowed her eyebrows trying to understand why he’d do that. Heaving a soft sigh, she walked toward the couches and table. As she sat down, he suddenly started bringing things to the table for their breakfast meal.

They sat in awkward silence as they ate. More than once Liana wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come. Thanos looked like he wanted nothing to do with her. He was wearing his armor again, which told her he was trying to keep his distance. She recalled clearly how he’d told her that here, at the cabin, he was no longer a dragon rider or trainer, but a man. A man there to teach her how to survive. Looking at him in his armor, he wasn’t a man any more, the angry look back in his dark eyes. He was most definitely a dragon rider, the one full of bitterness and malice she’d met back at the castle.

Liana looked down at her plate, her stomach suddenly hurting. Thanos remained silent, his eyes not once focusing in her direction. She wondered what she’d done wrong, if what she’d felt the night before had only been on her end and that he’d sensed it and wanted to push her away. Far away. Her hands shook ever so slightly as she ate, though she managed to hide it.

Suddenly, Thanos stood up and brought his dishes to the sink. He looked at her for the second time that morning. "Don't worry about the dishes we should get going soon. Come on out when your done,” he said, his voice softer than Liana had expected it to be given his attire and expression. He then turned away from her and went outside.

Liana let out a long, shaky breath. She finished her food, trying to hold back the tears she felt threatening to spill. She managed to hold them back, but only just as she did have to wipe away one stray tear that nearly started to fall. Once done with her meal, she brought her dishes to the sink. She rinsed everything off so that they’d be easier to clean later when they got back and then headed toward the door, though not before picking up the blade Thanos had told her to always keep on her body.

As Liana stepped outside, she saw Thanos doing a set of push-ups. She bit down on her lip as she watched him. It was clear to her that he’d indeed felt nothing. He was going about his day per normal.

“I’m ready,” Liana then said softly, her arms clasped around herself.
 
She was right about one thing Thanos was going about his routine, it was the only thing he knew to do. It was clear he could not do with her what his body was demanding, she was a princess, and his superior in a way. Normally he would not care but he knew this woman was sheltered and he was most likely the first person she had ever been in any physical situation with. He knew that the positions they where stretching and fighting in could be seen as sexual and certainly could be confusing.

Letting out a sigh he stood and the large dragon came down before him landing it positioned its wing so he could get the saddle on him. Thanos then went to the lean-to and gathered the two person saddle lugging it out to the dragon and muscling it out onto he beasts back. "Come over here and you need to learn how to make sure your saddle is on tight. If it slips you could fall to your death. The armies dragons will not moved to catch you if you fall. " He was careful to say the armies dragons as he knew his dragon would be offended if he implied they where all so cruel.

Once she was standing next to him the dragon stood as high as it could so that he could slip under the beast. He moved quickly connecting the buckles and then turning to her and letting out a soft sigh. His mask now back on wanting to be ready for the trip to the city needing to keep up his image.

"You wont ever be able to hurt them with your saddle so when you put on the buckle pull as hard as you can. "Doing the first he threw a good deal of weight into the strap the leather groaning as it was stretched over the metal buckle. His hand gripped the second strap and handed it to her allowing her to tighten one strap so she could be comfortable in knowing things where secure.
 
Liana watched Thanos place the saddle on his fierce, black dragon’s back. She watched him buckle the first strap as he explained to her what he was doing and why. He then handed her the second strap so that she could get a feel for how to tighten it as well as to see how secure it really was. She gave the strap a large tug, nearly falling over as she put all her strength into making sure the thing was tight. She looked at him once she fastened it, her expression begging for reassurance. He merely gave her a nod.

Liana backed away slightly, her insides hurting more and more. She felt like her entire body had been twisted into knots, knots that could not ever be untied. Swallowing lightly, she looked at Thanos, waiting for him to tell her what next to do. As she waited, she began to secure the blade she was to carry around her waist. She had no idea if she was putting it on correctly, but at that moment, she didn’t even care. She couldn’t think straight. Her mind was muddled and the emotions she was feeling were consuming her whole. Her fingers clumsily fumbled with the thing as she tried to secure it to her body.

Feeling quite stupid and raw, Liana couldn’t even look at Thanos as she tried to secure the blade. Instead, she sighed and asked, “Do all dragon riders let their comrades fall?”
 
Thanos finished getting the saddle ready before backing away and allowing the massive dragon to settle into position to be mounted. Thanos was just about to slip onto the dragons back when she stopped him in his tracks with her question. His foot resting on the beasts leg his torso twisted to look back at the young woman as she fidgeted with her belt. His mind wondered a bit as he took her into his view again he was so tired of his mind allowing it self to wonder.

"If another rider is free to come catch you he will try but in most cases... If you fall its to late for them to get to you. A person falls fast and a dragon can only move so quickly. The mounts the armies use are not their allies but their prisoners, and given the chance to make for freedom they will. NEVER turn your back on an uncaged mount they will turn on you the moment you give them the chance. " He said firmly before slipping up onto the mount moving to set onto the back of the saddle he knew his body would not bode well if he sat there for an hour with her form pressed against him.

"Climb up." He spoke softly offering a hand to help pull her up into the saddle and doing so he took the rope and wrapped it gently around her wrist from behind. " Just let him take us where we are going that rope won't turn him no matter how hard you yank on it. " He said as the beast lifted into the air, Thanos slipped one hand around her stomach gripping her gently pulling her into his stomach. His right hand slipped down to the pommel of the saddle that rested only inches before her groin gripping it firmly so he was certain they would not fall.
 
Liana was more than aware of Thanos’ body pressed up against hers as he held her to him, his one arm around her middle holding her tight while the other held onto the saddle, his hand so close to the place she’d touched earlier to pleasure herself. Closing her eyes, the dragon took to the skies.

Thanos’ words repeated over and over and over again in Liana’s head as they flew. He’d said that the army’s mounts were not allies to their dragon riders, that they are prisoners seeking freedom, a freedom they would seize upon getting if the opportunity to attain it arose. It made her wonder about his black dragon. It seemed happy to be Thanos’ dragon and was most definitely his ally. Never once had she seen it disobey a command or try to get away. She wondered why. What made their relationship different from the other dragon rider’s and their beasts? She needed to know and she knew she’d ask him eventually. Though she hoped he’d one day tell her out of his own volition.

The air up in the sky was cold, the wind biting. Liana held onto the rope that Thanos’ had given her, but she didn’t use it for anything, merely as a means to stay balanced. She wondered how one actually directed a dragon as to where to fly. Surely there had to be a way if so many warriors, both for Azur and for Pheir, rode them and battled each other upon them. It was another question she’d have to ask later. Perhaps when Thanos finally felt her ready to actually ride one, and not just as a passenger, but to really ride one.

They’d been flying for about an hour when Liana felt the dragon start to descend from the sky and toward the ground. Gulping, she shut her eyes briefly, opening them once again, determined to watch how they’d land this time. She could still feel Thanos’ arms around her body. Despite the chill in the air, the contact made her feel warm. But it also made her feel pain. He didn’t look at her like she did him. That was made all too clear when she’d woken up only to find him dressed in his armor once more. Her heart heavy, her entire body tense, they finally landed upon the ground with a graceful thud.
 
Thanos remained focused his heels gently pressing into the dragons side to tell it up down left right in a code they had worked out hundreds of times. The beast dragons where much brighter then their riders knew Thanos's mount was actually brilliant smarter then most of those in command of the pair. Moving carefully with the dragons movements Thanos held onto the woman before him and it felt marvelous. To be holding her so close set his whole body ablaze but he knew there was nothing he could do do about it.

He slipped from the back of the mount even before its feet hit the ground ducking skillfully under the beasts wing as it land before him. The entire town was a buzz having seen the large beast flying in from miles away and to see the rider with a young woman was much to gossip about. It was not long before many realized who was setting on the back of the drake and the whispers grew louder. Once she was on the ground free of the dragon it took to the air again the clever beast began circling the city it would not leave its friend and master alone in the town.

"Come now i have plans for you before i send you off to fetch your cloths and i go to the bar to relax. " He said softly knowing full well he would never let the woman leave his sight in any location where he thought her not safe. Leading the woman quickly into a shop filled with leathers. Leading her inside her walked up to the counter and looked at the rather intimidated owner. "I need you to measure this woman for armor. Once you take the measurements ill give you the pattern to craft the armor. You will need the aid of the smith ill pay you both well. " He said slightly sternly before he turned and began looking around the shop to kill time as he waited.
 
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