TheCorsair
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"Oh!" Astrid replied enthusiastucally. "I met him in Landisford, when mom and dad were there for the Tribute of Landiz - two years ago." She smiked wistfully at the memory. "I was presented at court, and danced with all the nobkemen. And mist if them were so old," Helga smiled indulgently, and Verruer snorted. "But he's only a year or two older, and he's so handsome, and we've been writing since then. And last year..." Her eyes sparkled. "He came here! He braved the miuntain, just to ask me to marry him!"
"It was impressive, yes," Verrier agreed, straping steel plate on iver the chain barding of his steed. "Ellistar has fire in him." He grinned, showing all his teeth. "He even managed not to whimper ir faint when he met me."
"Why woukd he?" Astrid asked, puzzled. "You didn't kill him immediately, so he was safe enough."
Helga sighed. "That's your father talking, dear. You'll need to work on that, at court."
"Why?" Astrid checked the straps of her saddle. "They understand, don't tgey? In Landis, I mean. Tge strong hold power, and the weak are prey."
Verrier chuckked. "She'll make a giid queen, don't you think?"
"You are not helping, my lord," Helga replied with a sigh.
"I disagree." Verrier swung himself up into his saddle. "Let us ride."
Yawning and stretching, Mykel lurched into the common room. "Morning, all," he grunted, rubbing his eyes. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, we slept just fine," Anja laughed, handing him a mug of strong tea. "Hiw about you and Eva?"
"Like babies," Mykel grunted.
Anja grinned at that. "One of you woje up.every three hiurs, demanding attention?"
"Yeah, something like that." Maybe it had been the twins. Maybe it had been something else. But he'd woken about midnight with her mouth around his dick, pumping his load into hef mouth as she fingered herself to orgasm. She'd smired at him and snuggled up, drifting to sleep. He'd repaid her in kind as dawn peeped through the windows, stroking her clit until she'd woken with an orgasm, then fucking her hard as she tried to work out where she was. The memory made his cick stir and twitch, and he tried to distract himself by talking to his sister. "You're dressed up nice," he observed. "Early, though. We're not meeting the priestess until evening, unless the timeline's been advanced."
"She's just... anticipating," Svalis murmured. "Can't blame her, really. Zamira's fine." He regarded Liky with a seriius eye. "Just don't get dustracted, right?"
"Landis is the wealthiest of the ten kingdoms that remain in my domain, having put the lands and populace of Gulder to use," Verrier explained as the horses clopped diwn the switchbacked road.
"Gulder?" Helga askee. "I don't recognize..."
"It was ruled from Arthas," Verrier explained. "Until I destroyed the city and ended its royal line, a little more than..." he cinsidered. "Fifteen hundreds of years ago?"
"Why?" asked Astrid.
"King Perlas can tell you in detail, if you visit the ruins of Arthas," the Dragon chuckled. "If he is lucid. He is still there, burning endlessly and never consumed for the crime of sending a dragonslayer against me." An inhuman grin. "Your father. Ellestar's grandfather has taken that warning to hesrt, as havecall the kings of Landid before him."
Beneath the horses' hooves, the land began to spark. Tiny electric bolts arched upwards, dancing over them. "We are on the ley line," Verruer announced, rising in his saddle. "Ride along it until even." With that he threw his arms wide and leot, stretching and changing and unfurling. Hurricane winds blasted the riders and their mounts as grest wings boomed, and the bulk of the Dragon blotted out the sun as he rose into the sky.
"Come, Clara!" Verrier laughed, exulting in the sensation of wind poyring over his scales, of freedom fron te tyrrany of gravity and the claustrophobia if the stunted shape he'd worn. "Follow me, and see our domain as it shoukd be seen!"
"It was impressive, yes," Verrier agreed, straping steel plate on iver the chain barding of his steed. "Ellistar has fire in him." He grinned, showing all his teeth. "He even managed not to whimper ir faint when he met me."
"Why woukd he?" Astrid asked, puzzled. "You didn't kill him immediately, so he was safe enough."
Helga sighed. "That's your father talking, dear. You'll need to work on that, at court."
"Why?" Astrid checked the straps of her saddle. "They understand, don't tgey? In Landis, I mean. Tge strong hold power, and the weak are prey."
Verrier chuckked. "She'll make a giid queen, don't you think?"
"You are not helping, my lord," Helga replied with a sigh.
"I disagree." Verrier swung himself up into his saddle. "Let us ride."
Yawning and stretching, Mykel lurched into the common room. "Morning, all," he grunted, rubbing his eyes. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, we slept just fine," Anja laughed, handing him a mug of strong tea. "Hiw about you and Eva?"
"Like babies," Mykel grunted.
Anja grinned at that. "One of you woje up.every three hiurs, demanding attention?"
"Yeah, something like that." Maybe it had been the twins. Maybe it had been something else. But he'd woken about midnight with her mouth around his dick, pumping his load into hef mouth as she fingered herself to orgasm. She'd smired at him and snuggled up, drifting to sleep. He'd repaid her in kind as dawn peeped through the windows, stroking her clit until she'd woken with an orgasm, then fucking her hard as she tried to work out where she was. The memory made his cick stir and twitch, and he tried to distract himself by talking to his sister. "You're dressed up nice," he observed. "Early, though. We're not meeting the priestess until evening, unless the timeline's been advanced."
"She's just... anticipating," Svalis murmured. "Can't blame her, really. Zamira's fine." He regarded Liky with a seriius eye. "Just don't get dustracted, right?"
"Landis is the wealthiest of the ten kingdoms that remain in my domain, having put the lands and populace of Gulder to use," Verrier explained as the horses clopped diwn the switchbacked road.
"Gulder?" Helga askee. "I don't recognize..."
"It was ruled from Arthas," Verrier explained. "Until I destroyed the city and ended its royal line, a little more than..." he cinsidered. "Fifteen hundreds of years ago?"
"Why?" asked Astrid.
"King Perlas can tell you in detail, if you visit the ruins of Arthas," the Dragon chuckled. "If he is lucid. He is still there, burning endlessly and never consumed for the crime of sending a dragonslayer against me." An inhuman grin. "Your father. Ellestar's grandfather has taken that warning to hesrt, as havecall the kings of Landid before him."
Beneath the horses' hooves, the land began to spark. Tiny electric bolts arched upwards, dancing over them. "We are on the ley line," Verruer announced, rising in his saddle. "Ride along it until even." With that he threw his arms wide and leot, stretching and changing and unfurling. Hurricane winds blasted the riders and their mounts as grest wings boomed, and the bulk of the Dragon blotted out the sun as he rose into the sky.
"Come, Clara!" Verrier laughed, exulting in the sensation of wind poyring over his scales, of freedom fron te tyrrany of gravity and the claustrophobia if the stunted shape he'd worn. "Follow me, and see our domain as it shoukd be seen!"