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Steamy Dragon & Maiden [darkest_fate x crvenqueenie]

Crvenqueenie

Crvenqueenie

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"Jaz, this is the dumbest thing you've ever come up with."

A young man said as he sat across the table from Jasmine, the young captain of the sky ship "The Phoenix".

"Look Connor, it's pretty simple really. I capture the dragon, bring it to this crazy buyer, and then retire on some far away cloud away from all this bull shit."

A creature bounty lay on the table between the two, mentioning a dragon that was spotted in the area. Jasmine had been approached, along with other local bounty hunters, to capture the creature, alive. Some big wig, rich guy wanted to add him to his collection. Creatures like this were rare enough, but adding the danger they posed, most didn't dare take it on.

"It's a dragon, Jaz, not some griffin or manticore! I heard that a fleet in Roanoke was taken down, every last one, by a dragon. And you, you have a glorified caravel!"

Jasmine laughed at the last part before leaning forward, her emerald eyes sparkling. "That's the point. My ship is small enough that it probably won't notice me until I'm on it. Then I shoot it with my knock out juice covered spear hook and net him!"

Connor ran a hand through his fiery red hair before fixing her with a stern look. "And what if this doesn't go the way you want? What if this gets bad, Jaz. I don't want to lose you."

Jasmine smiled and leaned back, the picture of confidence. "Then my ship is small and fast enough to hightail it out of there. Don't worry Connor, I'll be fine. And if I come back with a few scraps, that's part of the job. Seriously though, we could both retire if this goes right."

"I still think this is the dumbest thing you've ever done, but I know I can't stop you. Besides, I assume you've already pulled the ship out of my shop?"

Jasmine grinned proudly before waving the keys in her left hand. Connor rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well if this is going to be your last night, we might as well drink!"

~~~~~~~~~
Morning
Jasmine was up at the crack of dawn. She currently lived in a small apartment above her brothers shop with him. There were two beds, a kitchen and dining room all stuffed in to the same room. She felt like, even with all the great catches she made and recognition she had, they just couldn't get ahead. Paying off her fathers enormous debts almost seemed impossible. At least it did before today.

She smiled at her brothers sleeping form before donning her clothes. She chose her battle wear, a short black skirt, a button-up blouse that did little to hide her assets, a tight leather corset and her goggles. She gave herself a thumbs up in the mirror before descending to her brothers sky ship repair shop.

Docked below were several fairly impressive sky ships, all currently being worked on by her brother. He always had a talent for fixing things while Jasmine's talents always more physical. She came to stand in front of the smallest of the air ships, "The Phoenix". It was a small caravel that was impressively decked out. Her brother had made it as fast as possible since she often went after quick creatures, but it still had enough defenses that she wasn't easy prey.

Jasmine climbed up the rope ladder to the entrance and started the engine. A tweet sounded from behind her and she turned to a small, red bird that was resting in an open cage in the cock pit.

"Good morning Tasha!" She called over to it as it fluttered out of its cage. She had won Tasha during a gambling game, an unfortunate habit that she had picked up from her father. The little bird was a joy to have around and very easy to take care of. A good companion to have when you were hunting dragons.

Jasmine's sky ship took off towards the last known location of the now infamous dragon. She had heard rumors that something had been spotted in the sky ship graveyard, a place she avoided at all costs, but would have to venture to today. It took most of the morning to finally reach the coordinates and she set the auto pilot to move around while she went on to the deck.

It was early quiet, the wind barely blew and a fog hung around. It made Jasmine a little uneasy, but she went to the edge of the deck, pulling a compact telescope out and using it to look to the ground where hundreds of abandoned and destroyed sky ships lay. Now it was simply a waiting game, waiting to spot her prey.
 
Zacarisia shifted slightly, raising his muzzle. He could smell the steam and the thrumming engines. He often could, even when surrounded by the skeletons of several. Zacarisia leapt upon one now, feeling it shift beneath his bulk. He wasn't a truly large or impressive dragon, though the human's ships could hardly hold his impressive bulk. His mottled scales stood out against the ships themselves, blue-ish gray on the deck, but he would all but vanish when he flew through the air. Even his impressive, slightly feathered, yes, feathered, wings would mostly vanish within the air.

Unlike what was approaching. Zacarisia's eyes narrowed, the slit greys focusing in. Yes, definitely a ship, and, if his vision was true, it appeared there was even a human upon it.... exactly one. Zacarisia raised his brows, feeling his scales ripple. One? Had he suddenly become less of a threat or was this particular human particularly brave or particularly stupid? Well, it had been a while since Zacarisia had eaten anything that didn't have wings, so he supposed he should be thankful that this particular creature had decided to all but fly within.

The young dragon slid off his current perch. Bits of scattered ship barely shifted as he slid his way through the yard. He'd been staking this territory for some time now... a year? Maybe longer? Time was rather relative when it barely affected you. Zacarisia knew he was young by dragon standards, and that it had been some time since he'd last seen any of his brethren. They so often clung to these sky islands, remnants of their more glorious past. Avoidance had become a necessary survival mechanism, one that even Zacarisia practiced to some degree.

Now, should he show himself to this lone human to coax her out or wait and see? The dragon paused, staring out into the clouds, again seeing the ship. She might have caught a glimpse of him when he'd been staring and studying her earlier. He'd thought he'd seen her looking, after all. So it really came down to whether or not he really wanted to end up meeting whatever this human was or whether he'd rather be left alone.

Chuckling, Zacarisia turned to the nearest ship. He already knew the answer. Leaning, placing his scaled shoulder against the ship, he pushed. His lithe body wasn't the massive build of some dragons, but he had enough power to do what he wanted. The skeleton slid, then found a downward slope, picking up speed as gravity yanked it away from the island. Not that Zacarisia waited to see where it would end up: he'd already started worming his way through the wreckage, careful to disturb a few things to make a fairly obvious trail as he snaked his way toward the decaying underbelly of his island.

Come into my lair, little bird. Let's see if you can fly.
 
Jasmine's entire focus was on the wreckage's below, her sharp eyes trying to make out as much detail as she could through the debris and fog. She scanned back and forth, ready to catch any slight movement. She saw a shift below to her left and she leaned precariously forward, trying to make out the details of what it could have been. It was so hard to see that she couldn't be sure, but now she was on edge, watching for the next disturbance. It didn't take long either. Shortly after her first sighting of movement, a ship dislodged itself from the island and plummeted downward.

It didn't take Jasmine long to run back to the cock pit and switched off the auto pilot. She maneuvered her ship towards what she could only assume was the dragon. Her heart started to beat faster as adrenaline pumped through her. She couldn't help herself from grinning to. If it was going to be this easy then she would almost feel bad for taking the bounty. Almost.

The creature seemed to have taken a specific path through the bones of the ships and she sped up to keep pace. "The Phoenix" wasn't the fastest ship around for nothing. As she started to go deeper though, she felt a sense of unease enter her. If she didn't know better, she would almost think this was a trap, but nothing had indicated that dragons had a higher level of thinking. Not that she was an expert, but all she knew were that they were a fantastic force. Just to be on the safe side, she switched the large spear cannon on so that she could be prepared to shoot as soon as she got it in her sights. She didn't want to risk a showdown and would rather knock it out.
 
Was she actually going to attempt to get that unwieldy ship in close? Zacarisia almost felt like chuckling, and had to stifle the noise a little. Even still, a little misty hiss left, trialing the light, almost cloudy bit behind him. He shifted, sliding carefully, gliding just enough along the rubble to stir a ship or two. He had to keep her going, see how sharp she was.

Strange that a woman came here all on her own he thought, blinking and twisting his long neck to get a better look at the ship. Yes, definitely a woman down there. Maybe they'd made some sort of progression in that respect? Zacarisia had to wonder, as well as wondering just how out of date the dragon knowledge was, exactly.

Ah, there was a weapon that looked ready to fire spears. It didn't take a genius to figure that much out. Zacarasia was willing to bet that it would take a while to load. He just needed to get her to fire on something. Ah, she needed to fire where she thought he was.

Zacarasia hit a ship with his tail, putting a good deal of force. He beat it a few times, creating a good deal of ruckus. He then all but crashed his way through a few, finally darting up onto a ship, letting her get a good look at him. Considering his beautiful sky-grey scales, already rippling, and his impressive feathery wings, he knew he looked oh so beautiful, and likely to stun a poor, unsuspecting woman. Even if he didn't, he hoped to at least get her to shoot at him.

Waste the shot, little human... waste. the. shot.
 
Jasmine was in her element. She only had two real skills in life, capturing unruly creatures and flying an air ship. Still, even this was tricky for her. Every twist and turn through the wreckage brought her closer to hitting a skeleton. Tasha twittered with every close call. It almost seemed like she was being led, but that would suggest something she didn't really have the concentration to focus on.

Jasmine took a sharp turn and ended up scraping her bow against some wreckage. She cursed at the impact and steadied her caravel as quickly as possible. At the same time, the dragon seemed to be getting anxious, it started to beat against ships, crashing through some. She had to avoid the debris and barely managed to follow the creature. After clearing the chaos, she had to hurry to a stop, the scene in front of her taking her breath away.

A top a particularly large air ship was the dragon, her first real view of it. It was stunning really and quite different from what she imagined. She would have lost him completely if they were in the sky because his scales seemed to match it perfectly, but she hadn't been expecting the feathers at all. Also, while she had cages below deck for a myriad of different creatures, she didn't think she had one big enough for its size. She would have to strap him to the deck.

Twitters from Tasha pulled her from her revelry and she realized she had the perfect opportunity to take the creature out. She had already readied her spear gun, covered in her knock out juice. Alive, that was how she delivered. Jasmine grinned as she flipped the switch, the spears blasting at break neck speeds towards the beautiful dragon.
 
Was she actually going to fire? Zacarasia kept his body tense, his attention fixed. She was moving, and she kept showing quite a bit of skill. Things had grown rather troublesome for Zacarasia and his kind since the pink ones had learned to fly, and this one could almost match him in the air. He didn't quite want to see her ship wrecked, even if that would potentially leave her relying upon him (which he wouldn't have considered a bad thing).

There! She moved. Zacarasia tensed, tail flicking for a moment. The moment his ears detected the release, he moved. He spring only slightly away, but instead opted mostly to lunge forward. The spear whizzed past him, slamming not just where he'd been, but where he likely would have ducked had he been determined to stay on the island or not gone on the offensive. In short, had he not intelligence, she would have quite probably speared him. And even with that thing whizzing past, Zacarasia could just smell something wafting.

Quite the huntress indeed.

Unfortunately for that huntress, Zacarasia had moved forward. His wings furled as he dove, landing upon her ship. His claws hooked into the wood, scraping it as he kept himself balanced. Wings fluttered, keeping them mostly righted: tempting as it may be to dump her toward him, Zacarasia didn't quite want that result just yet. He looked to her, his lips parting in a grin then. What other tricks did she have? For surely she had to have something. Already he was rippling his scales, readying defenses for the inevitable follow-up.
 
Jasmine had been prepared for a lot of things, but his counter attack had not been one of them. It all happened so fast she barely had time to react. All of her planning and preparation left her for a moment as the dragon landed on her deck. She slammed into the steering and Tasha started to screech loudly. Jasmine looked up in to the beasts eyes and could swear the thing was smiling.

"Oh I don't think so."

She snarled out before shoving away from the steering and rushing over to her arsenal. She had a range of weapons from nets to spears to guns, but none of them would do her much good against a dragon. No, she had use her head. She had prepared a net and ties for it, but she had planned on having it knocked out at that point. Jasmine gritted her teeth and grabbed a tranquilizer gun and a loop of cable ties. She slung it across her body before turning to the beast. She had no idea if this would work, but she had to try.

It seemed that his wings had little to no scales protecting his wings so she would have to aim there to tranquilize it. Jasmine also needed to tie him down so as quickly as possible she tied the end of the cable loop to the steering and aimed the tranquilizer at his wing. She had ten shots and she figured she needed to land all ten for it slow him down. She took a deep breath and let the first one fly, aiming for the largest part of his wing. Unless the creature flew off her ship she figured it would land.
 
She didn't think so? Zacarasia chuckled. This would be quite interesting indeed. He shifted, moving along the edge of the ship, keeping his gaze locked on the woman. What else did she have in there? He thought he could smell something, could sense something else. Nothing too magical, but, was magic even a thing these scaleless practiced any more? She was gathering something, and Zacarasia was willing to bet that it would be more drugs to render him unconscious.

He kept flapping, kept the ship balanced, let her get her things and get everything together. she was aiming now, and Zacarasia thought she'd probably aim for his chest or underbelly. Those were generally softer parts of dragons, and arguably the best place to aim for a dragon overall. Instead, the shot wide to his wing caught him by surprise. He jerked his wings inward, but he could still feel the dart sinking in.

"Well, that's not nice," he growled, before shifting his weight. He pulled the wings in and pushed down on his side of boat. Whatever was in there was making his head spin a little, but judging by its size mixed against his, he figured he would be alright so long as more didn't land. And seeing as he didn't intend for that to happen, that left him relatively safe. Safe at least to start leaning hard and shifting his weight, wanting to shift the entire ship, and by extension the rowdy human aboard it.

It would be quite interesting to see her tumbling toward him, now wouldn't it?
 
Jasmine allowed herself a laugh of triumph as the dart landed in his wing, but it was short lived. He started to move around, shifting "The Phoenix". She could already see the gouges his claws left in the ship, Connor would not be happy with that. She was about to aim again when something quite unexpected happened. The dragon talked.

"You can TALK!?"

Jasmine's face paled considerably and her grip on her dart gun became lax. She wasn't prepared for the ship to shift again and it was only her reflexes that saved her from toppling down. She gripped the cable that was still wrapped around her body and she managed to grab it to keep her steady, but she lost her gun in the process. She let out a loud curse and glared up at the dragon.

A talking dragon, great this was not what she had signed up for. Sentient beasts were a totally different grade of beast and she had a strict no talking animals policy. It was one thing to take freedom from a creature who didn't even fully understand the concept, but it was another to take it from something that was on par if not smarter than humans. Still, this was life or death now.

Jasmine didn't have a lot of options now. Her gun was now past the dragon and she couldn't make it back to her arsenal, not with how steep the incline was now. She had to try to trip him up. Jasmine pulled the cable off her body and started to run as quickly as she could towards the creatures feet. She was already fairly close, but that didn't mean she would make it in time. She got to the closest, clawed foot to her and got ready to wrap the cable around it, hoping she was quick enough.
 
Zacarasia grunted at the paling and the comment. "No, I'm big fucking parrot," he replied, rocking the boat a little more considerably. He could see his actions working, altering the course of the woman and helping to disarm her. The damn gun skittered across the deck, with Zacarasia catching it with his tail as it drew close. unfortunately, she had actually wrapped herself well and wasn't skittering down toward him as well, which had been what he'd been hoping for.

Oh well, nothing like thinking on the fly.

The woman was moving, shifting, adapting, and again, Zacarasia found himself more impressed with her than not. It took a lot to start thinking that quickly, particularly when faced with the unexpected, even more particularly when "the unexpected" was a dragon who likely had outlived you and could eat you if he got you within his grip (not that Zacarasia intended this, but he didn't see any reason to let her know that just yet).

He also wasn't about to get tripped up. As he saw what she was doing, he acted too. Zacarasia ducked, his body and scales rippling. Almost too smoothly the wings and scales folded up into him. What was scales became pink flesh, what were taloned claws became hands and feet, and what had been a draconic face had contorted into a human one, albeit still with the same eyes. Feathery hair the color of a sort of distant grey cloud sprung up from his head at odd juts. He was more lean than broad, as sinewy a human as he'd been a dragon. Bits of scales still seemed to shimmer around his bared hips and thighs.

Oh yes, and he was quite naked, which meant that should she look too closely, she'd also get a glimpse of something rather on the large side given his size. But considering that Zacarasia was now holding her gun and pointing it at her, while trying to scramble about the now rocking ship, he doubted she'd be staring. "I'm betting that if this hits you," he said, his voice the same, if slightly less.... scaly, "it'll knock you out in one," particularly since he was feeling a bit lightheaded in his smaller form now but, well, that was just surmising on his part. If she kept fighting, he may very well be in trouble now: he definitely did not have as much experience in this form, and to much shifting back and forth could cause... problems.
 
As Jasmine had just begun to tie the knot on the cord around the dragons front foot, she noticed that its body started to shrink. She gaped at the sight of the large dragon morphing down until the thick cord she had just wrapped around him fell to the floor. She stared blankly at the creature, dragon, human? in front of her. She had already been met with the impossible when she heard it speak, but now, now this was completely over her head.

Her mind started to race as she thought of the equipment she had. Nothing was outfitted for a human, or humanoid creature. She had a strict no humanoid policy and never bothered to equip her ship with it. Her mind was still reeling when her own gun was pointed at her. Her focus returned and her emerald eyes narrowed to slits. He wasn't wrong, she could just be grazed by her own darts and pass out for half an hour. Her hands fisted around the cable she held before she threw it to the ground, letting out a frustrated snarl.

"Curse the high heavens! Of course, of bleeding course! Why would it be this simple, huh, why?"

The boat had been rocking back to its normal position, but with one last lurch it steadied. Jasmine hadn't been balanced while she went on her mini tirade and managed to trip over the cord she had thrown to the ground and fell backwards, landing on her rear. She let out an 'oof' before quickly glaring daggers up at the dragon, as if she was blaming him for her fall. Still, her eyes didn't stay that way too long. She had never seen a dragon human before and he was quite captivating. His body seemed toned and she found her eyes roving over his form. When it ended on his other appendage, for that was all she could think to call it, her entire face burned scarlet. Jasmine was not a worldly woman, but even she felt a stirring at the sight. She stared a minute too long before glaring back up at him, her face still stained red.

Jasmine was about to begin a negotiation for her life when a sudden, small explosion resounded from behind her at her steering. Jasmine twisted herself around and to her knees before jumping to her feet. A fire had broken out on her panel and smoke seemed to be coming up from below as well. All the rocking and the hitting on the side must have caused something to become damaged. Jasmine cursed before dashing to the panel, pushing buttons to try to turn off the engine and mitigate whatever damage she could. A blaring alarm sounded as a warning for something more serious and she groaned. This day could not get any worse. Jasmine went around to the front of the steering that was facing towards the deck she had left the dragon on, and popped open a back panel. Smoke billowed out and she bent on her knees, leaning forward to begin manually ripping cords out.

Jasmine had put herself in a very prone position. In her haste to stop the destruction that was occurring, she had exposed her back, and her back side, to the enemy. Jasmine was wearing a pair of black, lace panties that hugged her form very well. Her skirt did little to hide her back side in that position and her creamy thighs and cheeks were almost fully exposed to the dragon behind her.
 
"I'm sorry?' offered Zacarasia, not sure what else to say as the human started cursing and throwing things around. He was tempted to point out that she'd been the one hunting him, and it certainly wasn't his fault that she apparently hadn't done enough research on the species, or the human's knowledge of dragons had severely declined in the past few years (a factor that Zacarasia was not discounting at this point).

The glaring still amused him, and he offered a slight shrug, not sure what else to say or do at this point. He was tempted to see if maybe they could sort this out; she did seem pretty much like someone who could help him with his goals after all. Plus, she had a fairly attractive look to her, as far as humans went, all fiery and pale.

"What's on fire?" he asked, almost stupidly, as he turned to see the females and smoke billowing out. "Shouldn't you have taken the good ship when heading out?" Again, Zacarasia wasn't sure he shouldn't be offended here. She didn't know he had a human form, hadn't apparently taken a good ship, and was at this point, pretty much ignoring him. In fact, she'd turned her back to him. Just to prove his point, if only to himself, Zacarasia raised the tranq gun to point at her admittedly fetching rear.

Which is of course when the ship bucked, his hand slipped, and a dart punctured that fetching, barely clad rear end. "Oh hells," spat Zacarasia, dropping the gun and dashing forward, already feeling the deck sliding under his feet. At least he was used to running across decks, albeit not when they were moving .Given that he still felt sluggish, he was willing to bet that the huntress would be out in a matter of moments. Zacarasia would likely make the ship worse, so that meant he had to try and get her... assuming he could even make it in time, and assuming she didn't carry and antidote, which he wished he'd thought of before abandoning the gun and lunging at someone who'd shot at him several times.
 
Jasmine gritted her teeth at the good ship comment. Her ship was perfect for what she usually needed it for, but it wasn't meant to handle the load of a dragon. Plus the earlier collision coupled with his shaking didn't help matters. She was about to issue a biting retort back when she felt a prick on her rear end.

Jasmine had spent years developing the perfect tranquilizer. She never wanted to draw out a confrontation with her bounties since damage to them could hurt her profits so she had worked on a potent, but safe concoction. It was one of her crowning achievements and she could probably sell it, but why help her competition? Still, she had never bothered to create an antidote or build up an immunity since she didn't do bounties on creatures that could fight back.

Jasmine felt the effects already and her world started to go black. She had managed to turn of the engines at this point, but now she couldn't turn on the back up. The ship started to tilt as what was keeping it aloft failed. Just before losing consciousness she looked back at the dragon.

"Ba..st..ard..."

Her body slumped over and started to slide towards the edge of the railing as the ship descended towards the ground. Tasha started screeching and flying around her body in a panic.
 
"Wonderful," muttered Zacarsia. He kept sliding across the deck, coming along to catch the woman before she slid toward the railing. The added weight did force Zacarsia to slide himself, hitting the side of the ship hard enough that he felt the structure cracking. The screeching bird wasn't helping either. Zacarsia looked up at it, glaring. "You've got wings, get somewhere safe." He all but ordered.

Zacarsia had been hoping to either enact the ancient rite or at least talk down the girl before shifting back. Two such shifts so close together would be exhausting, but he really didn't see any alternative. He carefully adjusted his grip on the human female, pulling into his insides again. His true shape rippled outward, taking much longer to reform than it had the first time. The ship had started to dip precariously by then, the falling pit of gravity making it all the worse. the moment Zacarsia's wings formed, he started flapping, pausing only to make certain he held the woman in his arms.

Had he time, he might have tried to save the ship itself. He did figure he could try something. Moving along back, he gave the craft a rough shove. Zacarsia could hear the screeching of metal, the groaning of the deck, but he managed to shove the vessel into a low hanging tangle of leftover parts and cables. It likely wouldn't hold forever, but it would do for the moment.

Exhaustion started to creep in: darting, fighting, flying, shifting twice, arguing, it all took quite a bit from Zacarsia. He winged his way back up to the island, flying around toward the top, where they could settle more. He slid the girl onto a pile and roughly collapsed himself, nearly bending a wing in the process. Muttering curses, Zacarsia looked around. Had the bird followed? He hoped so, as he really didn't want to go looking for it. The ship was... stabilized, but hardly safe. And now he was stranded with a human.

"Well, at least I can't bitch about loneliness any more," he mumbled, moving to look her over, nuzzling. Hmm, he'd heard about the ancient rite of maidenhood. Maybe he should see about claiming her. That might work out alright for both of them, if they could come to some sort of arrangement...
 
Jasmine didn't remember dreaming, only the sensation of flying. As the drug started to wear off she thought she recalled memories of her mother, those that had been buried deep, but nothing stuck. She groaned as she tried to open her eyes, but the light, however dim, hurt. Her stomach rolled and she felt like she wanted to heave, but could still barely move. It was like the worst hangover of her life.

Jasmine didn't know how much time had passed by the time she was able to sit up. Her head was still groggy and she was having trouble remembering really anything. Jasmine winced as she sat up and looked at the pile of rubble below her. She had never gotten a good look at the island itself, only seeing glimpses of trees and hundreds of dead and stranded ships. It was far enough away from any main path and town that people rarely ventured near it and none stopped, not at least without reason. She figured she was in some kind of ancient structure though, at least ancient to her.

Tasha suddenly flitted in front of her, twittering happily. Jasmine smiled and have the little bird a peck as she nuzzled in to her shoulder. That's when she remembered the events leading her to this spot. She looked quickly around her until her eyes landed on the dragon. It was back to its original form. She didn't know if it was awake or not, but it didn't really matter. She had no apparent way of getting out and in her condition she wouldn't make it far. She was just surprised she was still alive, though she didn't know for how long. He had shot her, for whatever reason, and now she was in his lair?

"Hey, dragon, you awake?"

Her voice was still weak and she realized she was parched. A good thing to remember next time she used her tranquilizer, if there was a next time.
 
"No, I'm sleeping," grumbled Zacarsia. he shifted, letting his scales and feathers ruffle. He had drifted off into a sort of half-sleep while his... captive? Partner? Hunter? had slumbered. The drug had made him a little groggy, after all, and while sky dragons may heal remarkably fast, he still had to process the toxin. He pried open one eye, swiveling it to look at the human. Her voice sounded slightly off.

Zacarsia rose his head, blinking down at her. He paused for a moment, yawning and stretching, feathers and scales ruffling. his slightly bleary eyes looked over to the twittering bird, noting that it had survived. Frankly Zacarsia didn't care himself, but the thing had probably meant something to the woman. Damn thing was too small to eat, so it didn't have anything to worry about from the dragon. He looked down to the girl.

"I go by Zacarsia," he said, ruffling his scales and almost preening, birdlike. "I am of the sky dragons, and I had been using this island as a..." he paused for a moment, looking around. Home? Base? "Temporary lodging?" he finally said, figuring that was as good an explanation as anything else. He licked his lips for a few moments, looking at her.

"I take it you're some sort of creature hunter, and you prefer your captives alive," he said, looking her over. "Are you hurt? I'd hate to have to try and suck the venom out of you, not least of all because I'd have to try and put my lips to your butt," he grinned. "And I don't even know your name yet."

He had to wonder if she had that... pull. Zacarsia focused, letting his senses spiral out. was she untouched? was she pure? it would make her more... appealing to him. As intelligent as he was though, Zacarsia wasn't sure he could just let a virgin wander around his island. Would be so very un-dragon of him...
 
Jasmine was still unsettled by the dragons voice, she had done a lot of research for almost a month, though most of it was on their living patterns to be fair. Still, nothing she had read had indicated that they were different from any other creature she had hunted. Her head throbbed a bit as she used to much brain power to think and she stopped trying to think about it too much.

The dragon introduced himself as Zacarsia and indicated that he had only temporarily taken up residence on the deserted island. She knew it was common practice for dragons to migrate ever so often, but she didn't know much more than that. He then commented on her work and she gave a small nod at his assumptions, not surprised he had come to that conclusion. If she had wanted him dead she would have shot him with something far more powerful than spears dipped in tranquilizer.

Jasmine was a bit surprised when he asked about her well-being, seeing as how she had tried to capture him. That was quickly dashed when he commented on sucking the venom out of her butt. Her face went scarlet and she quickly looked away from him. She remembered his previous form, the human-like one and her blush deepened further as she thought about the toned body and his "appendage". Jasmine had only seen her brothers when they were younger and it looked nothing like that.

"I'm fine, just have to wait for the effects to wear off. And my name is Jasmine. I guess it's nice to meet you, Zacarsia, given the circumstances."
 
Hmm, she did seem a little... inexperienced? At least at something. Zacarsia could feel some slight throbbing, a strange sense egging away at the edge of his consciousness, nagging him like something he couldn't quite remember. If it kept this up, he may have to just outright ask her, which he wagered would be rather awkward considering their situation.

Jasmine, her name was Jasmine, he caught that much. Zacarsia nodded. "Not a bad name. Isn't there a stone with that?" He frowned, moving to scratch his chin for a moment. "Or am I thinking of something else..." he shrugged, his wings fluttering. "Doesn't matter." Zacarsia looked around. They were near enough to where he generally slept. There were some nicer ships that made for semi-comfortable sleeping, and Zacarsia had managed to drag some trees and whatnot to make a nest reminiscent of a bird's. They weren't quite there: he'd been too exhausted to bring them that far.

The dragon rolled his shoulders, his scales and feathers rippling. He looked to her. "Your ship is still on the island," he offered. "I tangled it in some debris," he raised a claws forearm, pointing in what he thought was the general direction. "I don't know how long it will hold, but there's no sense in our going down to look for it."

He lowered the arm, then shifted, moving to face her more directly. Zacarsia folded his forearms over and nodded to her. "You weren't expecting me to talk. Nice to know we hid that," he met her gaze. "So why were you hunting me, exactly?"
 
Jasmine looked back up at Zacarsia and frowned slightly when he asked if there was a stone like that. She could only think he must have meant Jade, or was confusing stone for flowers. Maybe he wasn't very versed in all things human, though she had no idea what a solitary dragon would know about humanity at all. Apparently humanity didn't know much about dragons.

Zacarsia mentioned that he had saved her ship, much to her relief. She let out a sigh of relief and actually managed to smile up at the large creature. "Thank you! My brother would have killed me if I destroyed her." Now all she had to do was get back to it. She thought about asking, but held back. She still wasn't sure what the creatures motives were for saving her. She hadn't dealt with many sentient creatures. He, of course, asked her why she was hunting him. She frowned at that and lowered her gaze again.

"Well you guys did hide the talking thing and the morphing thing too..." She trailed off, biding her time as she thought of an appropriate answer for his question. "Honestly, I was hunting you for money. There's some rich old guy at the capitol who really wants a pet dragon and was going to pay so much money for you I could swim in it." She looked back up at him, figuring the truth was the best way to answer this. Her emerald eyes looked straight in to his grey ones, even though she was still unsettled by him. She though it might be easier to her to calm down with him in his other form, but then that might be more uncomfortable if he was naked. Having never been with a man she didn't know how to deal with a naked one, even if he really was a dragon. Maybe dragon form was better.
 
"Hmm, I'm pretty sure I'd rather not have you killed," admitted Zacarsia. "You're the first human that's been more intriguing than annoying, after all," his tail twitched again. Yes, definitely intriguing. A little pretty, so that probably accounted for some of it. But Zacarsia knew, just knew there was something else. Ugh, he should've paid attention to more discussion of ancient dragon feelings and lore. he'd paid attention to enough other things.

The true motive came out, and Zacarsia nodded. "I'd rather not be sold, if that's alright," he scratched his neck, frowning. "Alright, I'm just going to have to be rude for a moment, but I have to know. You wouldn't happen to be..." he gestured with a claw for a few moments, before lowering it. was there a polite way of phrasing this? it felt like there had to be.

"Have you been..." he considered, pausing again. "Have you been... intimate with another being before? In a... fuck it," he sighed, rolling his eyes skyward, clearly blaming someone for this situation. Probably Fate. Fate fucked with a lot of people. "Are you a virgin?"

Hey, at least it was out there instead of nibbling at the edges of Zacarsia's consciousness. That had to count for something, right?
 
Jasmine actually laughed at him calling her intriguing. That was one word for her. She had often been called many other things by men, especially during her gambling nights when she cleaned out their pockets. She did somber up a bit when he mentioned not wanting to be sold off.

"I can understand that, I wouldn't really want to be sold either." She sighed heavily, almost defeated, the dream of getting out from under her fathers substantial debt drifting away. Even with very rare and very dangerous creatures she could never get to the price scale of "dragon" again. She wondered if she could do it in her life time. She was deep in this train of thought when Zacarsia began to ramble. She glanced back at him, not having the faintest what he was going on about, though she did find it amusing when he said "fuck it". The next sentence floored her though and in moments her entire body had gone beet red, from the ends of her ears to the tips of her toes.

Jasmine sputtered a bit, not sure even how to answer that question. Sure she had been propositioned before, but with her job and brother, none hung around for long. She just never took the time to lose it, not like she was waiting for some magical prince or something. Her life just didn't allow for such frivolities.

"I-I mean, it's not that uncommon now a days. It's not like i-it matters in the grand scheme of things whether I've had...sex...or not." She trailed off and then shot a glare up at the dragon, her emerald eyes seemed to have a fire behind them. "Why does it matter to you anyways?"
 
Some bits of empathy there, which Zacarsia appreciated, even if they were mostly bullshit. He was far, far more interested in her answer to his next question. Yes, there was sputtering, and she blushed, and the whole bit was just incredibly awkward between the two of them. Zacarsia found himself shifting, and he was tempted to say he was a virgin too, even if that wasn't technically true (female dragons were aggressive, yo). It didn't seem like it would be a good move at the moment.

"Dragon thing," he mumbled, looking away, feeling embarrassed. He sighed, flicking his tail in both frustration and embarrassment. "It's---you've surely heard about the maiden business, yes? Dragons take beautiful maidens away to their lairs? Well, if you put that with the fact that we can take a humanoid form..." he gestured with his claw, figuring that she could put two and two together. "Virgins are essentially... catnip to dragons, of a sorts? Plus, it's considered pretty impressive if we claim one. There's this spiel you can give to set it up..."

Zacarsia shifted again, frowning and trying to consider how to go about this. "See, I'm actually trying to figure out if humans and dragons can work together? Clearly you people think that we're animals for hunting," he flicked in the direction of the ship, "and dragons generally think of humans as things they can eat and fuck at will. But there's technology and so forth, so I'd like to at least get to figure things out..." Zacarsia paused. He was tempted to just outright ask if Jasmine would be his maiden, but by now she probably figured that would mean being asked to mate, and, well, things were awkward at the moment already.

He really should just go dragon and claim her. Okay, yeah, make things more awkward, but then at least he got to have sex.
 
Jasmine sat on the pile of rubble, on an island that was an air ship graveyard, in front of a dragon that could talk and morph, and she was coming down from the tranquilizer that had been shot in to her ass, all while said dragon basically asked if he could fuck her. Her face was completely blank as her mind tried to wrap around the sheer impossibility of the day. This had taken such a hard turn from what she imagined that she didn't even know where to begin.

Still, she could tell he was embarrassed as well and seemed to be trying to figure humans out, which was hard enough for her even when she was one. Jasmine ran a hand through her hair, ruffling her already tosseled hair. She vaguely remembered a story book that did outline a dragon taking a virgin princess to his cave where he kept her along with his piles and piles of gold, but a knight had rescued and slain the dragon and there definitely wasn't any fucking. If that had been right though, and it seemed to be the closest thing to right that she had read, then that would stand to mean this dragon, Zacarsia, might have a pile of gold some where.

Jasmine's eyes sparkled with poorly concealed hope. She looked up at Zacarsia, bit her bottom lip, sighed then spoke. "Okay, so like, the maiden thing...What do the maidens get out of it? Like I'm helping you out, but what is in it for me." She tilted her head slightly, trying to act as innocent as possible. She hoped she wasn't too obvious and maybe he didn't even think of treasure the same way she did. All she knew was that this could be her saving grace. And if all she had to do was...fuck...a dragon then it might be worth it. Maybe...
 
Okay, the lip biting looked quite appealing to Zacarsia. In point of fact, the more he spoke with Jasmine, the more he liked what he heard and saw. She was intelligent, fiery, and brave, all fine qualities. He could feel himself stirring below and shifted, figuring that she probably wouldn't appreciate seeing a stiffening dragon sized erection.

"You mean generally or in specific?" asked Zacarsia, tilting his head. He flicked his tail, then extended a claw, beginning to flick one taloned digit. "You're offered protection from any and all other dragons: dragons won't harm someone's maiden unless they really want to fight that dragon. I haven't pissed anyone off, so you're probably safe."

Another flick. "Plus you become elevated in dragon communities and gain access to our areas. No humans are generally allowed in dragon home islands and all, but maidens get to go where they want, assuming their dragon is somewhere nearby."

Another flick. "You get essentially first dibs on any and all magical treasure and/or items I happen to find. Though I should tell you I don't have very many right now: a few trinkets, nothing worthwhile."

Another flick. "Truly impressive maidens can form a bond with dragons, and I've heard that the really good ones can outright become dragoons or possibly dracofrets with enough training and time. Of course, that requires a lot of, uh, personal interaction with dragons... I think you also might have to literally carry dragons inside you? So, um, pregnancy? But I don't know for certain. It's rare."

Then, Zacarsia smiled, preening and lowering his claw. "Finally you get to have sex with me whenever you want, and rumor has it that once you go dragon, you don't go back," Zacarsia, paused again, tilting his head. "But dragons say that, so... take it as you will."
 
Jasmine watched Zacarsia's talons as he started to list off the benefits of being a maiden to a dragon. The first was offering protection against other dragons, not that she had encountered any others so wasn't too worried about that. She would also be elevated in their community, but she wondered how big that was? She had trouble imagining a bunch of dragons together, Zacarsia was big enough on his own and even more of him was mind boggling.

Next was the part that she cared about. She leaned forward a bit more as he explained that she would have claim over his treasures, even the magical ones which were rare and valuable. He did mention he didn't have very many, but again she had no idea what a few trinkets meant to her. She figured she would get a chance to see it later.

He continued listing the benefits, but the next one made her eyes widen. What the heck was a dragoon or dracofrets? And... pregnancy? She tried to imagine being pregnant with a dragon, but it was another image she just couldn't wrap herself around. He then mentioned the fact she would get to have sex with him. She remembered his human form and a light blush came over her. The way he said the last part made it hard to determine if not going back was her choice or not.

Still, Jasmine didn't dislike the idea. She knew it was mostly because of the potential treasures, but apart of her didn't dislike the part of having sex. She remembered his long appendage and even wondered if it would fit in to her. Jasmine put her head in her hands for a moment trying to still her mind before clapping her hands together and standing up. She wasn't fully recovered yet though and teetered slightly before righting herself.

"Okay, I think I can do it. But! Before I sign any contract or anything, I want to see what 'trinkets' you have."

She nodded very firmly as if that would settle the matter and they would leave immediately, despite the sky beginning to darken and the fact that they both had been shot with tranquilizers.
 
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