Lay the Dragon v2 (18+ NSFW)

Arland opened his eyes to look around, realizing he was surrounded by a vast openness and the twinkling of stars - many more than he had seen in his life. He brought a hand up and touched where Rania's sword had pierced. It seemed to ache with a phantom pain.

When his brain was clear enough to think, he remembered he had been here before. It seemed like it had been years.

"Seraphina... It's been a while," He said sitting up before turning to face the goddess.

Her lips grew back in a wide grin, "Indeed it has been, my dear Arland. Tell me, do you know why I brought you here?"

He got to his feet, his legs shaking under him as the thrill of battle began to wane. "To prevent my death...?" He ventured.

"Oh, no," She said, shaking her head, "You're quite dead. As a doornail, I believe the saying goes. But I can return life to your corpse. We have all the time needed. Your main purpose here is to learn. We deities cannot interfere directly. We can, however, provide you mortals the tools needed to succeed."

Arland glanced around at the mention of other deities, "So what tools do I need for this?"

She pushed herself up from her throne and made her way to him. With each step, she seemed to shrink, until she stood before him, barely a head taller than him, "I'm going to teach you to read someone's innermost thoughts by their body language. This is a skill that's quite useful in battle. And though the process may be pleasurable, it may not be your most preferred means."

He held her gaze, "I'm more than capable of reading people."

"Aye, you can read them somewhat what they telegraph, anyhow. But can you read their plans by their breathing? A twitch of their ear? Maybe the beating of their heart?"

Arland furrowed his brow, "That's impossible!"

"Unlikely, perhaps, but not impossible. It's also unlikely for a human to learn echolocation. But you did, didn't you?"

Arland sighed, "Yeah, I did..."

Seraphina reached up and caressed his cheek, her thumb trailing over his jawline, "And you'll learn this skill. Provided you agree to my teaching method. Nury authorized you for something... Do you remember?"

His breath hitched as he remembered - Nury had given his blessing to sleep with Seraphina. Granted, she had clarified it by saying, only in death. 'You're quite dead...' Seraphina's words echoed in his mind. 'I'm technically in the clear... I think...' He thought.

The goddess seemed to guess his thoughts, "I'm well aware of her stipulation that you be dead. I didn't wait for you to die for that purpose, but it is a convenient necessity that it be a requirement for you to enter here without visiting my shrine."

Arland took a deep breath, "Very well. If you feel this is best for me to beat Rania, then I'll do it."

She nodded and snapped her fingers. Her clothing disappeared, revealing her bare form to his eyes, "Oh, you have all the tools. This will simply enable you to use better the tools I've given you before."

She paused to allow his eyes to wander over her, drinking her creamy white skin, soft, medium breasts, a narrow waist tapering down to glorious hips that seemed to beg for him to impregnate her.

She turned on her heel and made her way over to her bed, behind her throne, "Normally I'd take the lead. But for this...I'll defer to you. You'll need to read me. My breaths, my heartbeat, my very essence. Come, my dear, and take what I offer."

Arland followed, his eyes locked on the tantalizing wave of that flawless butt that beckoned him closer with every step she took.

She stopped at the foot of her bed and leaned over, resting her elbows on the edge and propping her ass up. Arland took position behind her and reached out to stroke her cheeks, spreading them slightly. She had a perfect heart-shaped rear, two round orbs that led down to the thin, almost nonexistent slit between.

She snapped her fingers again, stripping him of his coverings. His cock sprung to life, finally free of his confines. He stepped forward and placed the tip against her lips.

"Before we start, I'll make one thing clear. As a deity, I'm incapable of direct reproduction. But that doesn't mean I don't have preferences. For every moment of this, there is only one right answer. We'll keep going until you get it right consistently. I'd be remiss if I returned you to life only to have you die for failing to learn."

He nodded so she waved her hip, "Well, come on then. I may be the goddess of dragons, but I'm still a lady."

Arland grunted, "'Lady', my ass..." he grabbed her hips and sunk into her, hilting himself within her.

She let out a soft moan.

"It would seem I've already found the right spot," He said, smirking.

She glanced back, "Don't get cocky. I told you, I'm a woman. It feels good just having sex. But just mindless hammering isn't going to be enough to make me cum."

"Then I suppose I'll have to try harder," He said, leaning in and placing a hand on her shoulder.

His hips moved slowly, drawing out of her before slamming back home. He leaned in, pressing his chest against her back, "I can feel your pulse in your walls..."

She smirked, "Good, that's a start. Read closer..."

He pulled back and slammed into her, then repeated the action a few times, experimenting with different speeds and angles. As he did, he felt her walls clenching a few times, her breath caught on others, but...

He pulled fully out of her and smirked, "You aren't particularly fond of any of those. As you said, they feel good but they aren't quite right."

She looked back, "That's your answer? I'm impossible to fully please?"

"Oh, not at all..." With that, he pushed her down, until she was lying flat on her belly. He crawled up and straddled her thighs, his manhood resting against the split of her luscious ass. He angled down and pressed in, filling her heat.

"OH FUCK!" She cried as she felt his tip hit her spot - that glorious spot that always made her see stars.

He leaned in, "Better?"

She nodded as her hands clenched at the sheets, "Infinitely!"

"Excellent," He said, drawing back. He kept a steady rhythm, hitting that spot over and over again. His hands wandered her back, gently kneading her muscles as he thrust.

Her wings unfurled, twitching as they lay splayed out beside her. Her back arched and he noticed her tail had grown stiff. He paused, his hands trailing up to her shoulders and back down to her ass. Her breathing slowed and her heartbeat was steady.

"Not quite..." He mused. "But that was one key to the puzzle... let's see what else..."

His hands probed and prodded at her muscles as he kept a steady rhythm. He felt her breath catch as his fingers probed at the muscles under her shoulder blades. "Ah, you're tense. Maybe a back massage while you're being drilled...?"

He kept his pace slow and steady while digging his fingers into the muscles. She let out a soft, high-pitched groan as the mixed sensations sent tingles down her spine, the pleasure of being fucked and the pain of having her tension released.

Finally, when her muscles were sufficiently loosened, she leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, and he snaked his hands under her. She lifted just enough to let his hands find her breasts.

Her heart quickened as he gripped them, his fingers kneading them while her nipples pressed into his palms.

"Ah, ah, Arland... Arland, baby..." she said.

He whispered in her ear, "Yes, my goddess?"

She turned her head slightly, "Do you worship me...?"

He furrowed his brow, momentarily confused, "Of course... I mean, I have your blessing..."

She shook her head, "No... Even the dragons... They've forgotten me, largely. They remember me in name, but none observe me..."

Arland finally caught on. Love. She desires to be seen. Acknowledged. Known. Loved.

He nodded, "I do, my goddess. I love you. I worship you. You're my goddess."

As he affirmed his worship, he felt her walls clench around his manhood. "Cum for me, Seraphina," He whispered, his lips brushing her ear. She lowered her head, resting her forehead on the bed as her muscles contracted and rippled, milking him.

Arland smirked, "Good girl... Ready for another...?"

As she came down, she pushed him off and turned onto her back, "Now I am. I want to see you, my love."

"That's quite the upgrade I just got."

Seraphina reached down and gripped his manhood, pulling him towards her, his cock still slick with her fluids, "Shut up and fuck me, Arland. That wasn't the mindblowing orgasm you're capable of giving me. That was the equivalent of an appetizer for a starving woman. Give me the seven-course meal. Make me see stars. Leave me breathless, worn, and ragged. We're going to keep going until I'm fully spent. You'll learn your lesson as we go, I'm sure. You're a smart boy."

"Man," He corrected her.

"Oh, Honey," She began, caressing his cheek, "Gods are timeless. But in your terms, I'm over ten million years old. You're a boy compared to me. That said... you're certainly a man where it counts."

As she spoke, her eyes moved down to his slick rod, her hand still trailing over it, her nails leaving tingling lines across the hot flesh. "Now, are you going to give your goddess what she requests?"

Arland smirked and thrust forward, impaling her on his length once more. Her legs went around his waist, pulling him in deeper as her arms shot around his ribs, holding her up against him.

He leaned forward, shifting his weight to his elbows as his hands trailed over her back. His right went up, threading through her hair as he cradled her close, slamming into her depths repeatedly.

She moaned and cried out into his chest as he filled her. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer and driving him deeper.

Her nails dug into his back, scratching furrows into his flesh as her fingers flexed with each thrust.

Her wings flapped and unfurled, her tail twitched. Her heart beat fast and her breath caught.

"Arland! I'm gonna-" Her voice caught in her throat as her back arched, pushing her breasts against him.

He nodded and slammed into her faster, "Yeah, I know... I can hear your heart racing. Your breaths are short and shallow. Your fluids are gushing."

His words are lost, though, as she tenses, clinging to the smaller man, riding out the waves of her second orgasm.

He pulled away, sitting back on his haunches. "Ready for round three...?"

She panted, resting back as the last waves of her orgasm waned, "In a moment... You are a genius..."

Arland chuckled, "In battle, at least."

She met his gaze, her own filled with adoration, "Arland, dear, Sex is a battle between two people. Both want to please the other, and it's a fight to make the other finish first. Every lesson you use on the battlefield you can use for sex, though their applications may be different. You've been reading me the same way you've been reading your opponents, but now, you're more aware of it. You can focus more heavily on the minor signs that even the best can't hide."

He considered her words. Sex is like a battle. It's gritty, dirty, fun, and at times, even bloody. As he had the thought, his mind trailed to the scratches she'd left on his back, "You really did a number with those claws of yours."

She grinned sheepishly, "My apologies. It just... It felt amazing."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. When he broke the kiss, he pulled back and looked into her eyes, "Never apologize. I'm a warrior. I'd be fairly weak if a few claw marks made me surrender."

Seraphina rolled her eyes and pushed him back, climbing to straddle his waist, "Are you ready? We aren't done yet. I'm not finished. I'll take the lead to let you rest. Just focus on my signs."

Arland glanced down at his cock, still hard, "I'm not done yet either. You're two up on me."

She smirked as she straddled his waist, her breasts eye level for him due to their height differences. She caressed his head, mussing his hair as she gazed down at him, "Then I suppose I should even the score. So, are you going to give your goddess her deserved offering?"

He met her eyes as his hands came up, gripping her full breasts, "I'm more than happy to. But you'll have to earn it."

She gave a sly smirk, "Cheeky bastard, presuming to tell a goddess what she has to do? I should smite you..."

"You should. But you won't."

She lowered herself, taking his length in one smooth motion, "Oh, fuck... If I did, I couldn't have this anymore..."

He grinned, "I could just come back..."

She leaned in and kissed him again, "And you will. Over and over again."

He chuckled, "We'll see how this goes..."

She began to ride him, rolling her hips with each movement, grinding her clit against him, "Mmmm, yes, we will. But this is a private affair. You don't need to tell anyone. No one will know besides you, me, and my husband."

He smirked, "Your husband?"

She trailed a finger along his cheek, "Kidding. Deities don't get married. We have trysts with other deities and mortals... But the god that created humans... He was my last lover. He left shortly after creating your kind. That's why I made dragons, designing them with the flaw of loving humans. When joined with humans, they achieve their full power. As a show of my affection for him. But you, my dear Arland, are a breed apart. You're just as good as he was. World's better than other gods and goddesses I've been with."

"Goddesses? Now I'd like to see that."

"Mmm... Maybe I'll let you watch some time. Me and another goddess, writhing, moaning... cumming... And you'll just be relegated to sitting by the side, watching while you stroke yourself... After all, a human couldn't keep up with two deities..." She said, as his pace increased.

Before long, he was panting and groaning in time with her breaths. His arms snaked around her, holding her close as he began rocking his hips in time, chasing his nearing climax.

"Arland, baby... I'm about to cum again... Fuck, how do you feel so good...?"

"Your blessing?"

She flexed, tensing every muscle in her body, "My-My blessing doesn't... doesn't make your cock feel this -ooh fuck! - heavenly!!" She cried out the last word as her orgasm hit. The rippling through her muscles, the contracting, milking sensation sending him over the edge, causing him to erupt inside her, filling her with his seed.

She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, "Fuck... That was amazing. You're amazing. But there's still something missing..."

"Then let's find it," Arland said, rolling over and pressing her down against the bed, pulling out of her momentarily as he shifted. He looked down into her eyes, "I've got something else I've been wanting to do..."

She furrowed her brow and went to respond, but was cut off by his lips on hers as his hands roamed over her skin. He kissed down her body, exploring every inch of her with fingertips and kisses.

"Oh..." She moaned, "Someone knows how to treat a goddess..."

Arland grinned, "Well, your body is the second best I've ever seen."

"Second?" She asked, seemingly hurt by his words.

"Nury. No offense to you, but... even a goddess can't compare to her."

"You really do love her, huh? Even after all this - tasting what I have to offer - your heart still belongs to her."

Arland nodded, "Yeah. Wholly and entirely."

Seraphina smirked and trailed her hand through his hair, "I love you too, Arland. You're my best follower - and the only one that lives entirely in my light. And Nury... Well, let's just say that I had a direct hand in making her. She's not my child, but... Well, I wanted her to find a human. I knew she'd fall for you - not you specifically, but I knew that a human child would meet her, she'd take a shine to him, and fall for him when he was an adult. I'm glad it was you. You're both my favorites of the connections you have to me."

Arland moved back up and lay next to her, resting his head on her shoulder, "Thank you, goddess. That actually means the world to me."

She planted a soft kiss on his forehead, "It's time for you to return. Your body will be healed, but you're still in the middle of a fight. Prepare yourself, Arland. And remember... What happened here, it's just between you, me, and Nury. If word got around that you fucked a goddess, you'd either be a messiah or a martyr. And please, call me Sera."

Arland leaned into his touch before he felt a pull. Suddenly he was flying and before he knew it, he once again felt the weight of his body. He opened his eyes to see the light of a sunset, pink and violet and dark blue mingling across the sky, "Sera... I won't let you down."

He stood and looked up, the battle between Nury and Rania continuing to rage in his absence.