Home Sweet Home

[Dante]

Dante kissed the dragon back with a fiery and lustful passion. She could tell what he wanted. He wanted her, she understood with just a simple look into his golden eyes that she belonged to him. Dante was his property and she knew it well. She was about to become part of his little treasure collection.

Shadows against the wall displayed their act, the act of making love. It looked brutal and intense but at the same time it was loving, compassionate and hot. Of course though, Dante was merely human so she didn't have the stamina to keep up with the human form of Bloodwing. How god-like he had appeared to her then. How heavenly he appeared to be now.

(haha, condensed.)

[Bloodwing]

Gratification, of his pride, greed, and lust was what he sought. Indeed, and that was exactly what he had found. He reaped pleasure for himself, and for her as he ravaged her. This woman, her life, and her body where his to take. For the moment she was far more valuable to him alive; she was only human, and as such he forced himself to use some restraint so that he didn't break her, not that she noticed of course. She wasn't suppose to notice she was suppose to submit, and enjoy as he exerted his dominance over her. As far as he could tell she did indeed enjoy.

Finished, he stood over her exhausted, sweat-soaked body as he retied the sash of his outfit. He was still breathing hard. He had enough stamina to go on for far longer but he liked his new toy too much to over use it on the first day he played with it.

He grinned down at her with triumphant pride. She was the newest, most precious gem of his hoard. One might think that one sentient being having ownership of another, slavery, was an evil hobby and degraded the one that was under ownership. However Dante was no slave, as slaves where as worthless as any tool the slave master might own. Dante was different, she was as valuable as any diamond in his collection. Like the rest of his treasure he would protect her, or more importantly her life, from being taken from him by anything. Dante had something that no human would ever have the protection of a red dragon.

[Dante]

It was all brilliant. As insane as she was, Dante was estatic about belonging to Bloodwing. But alas, Sleep began to call Dante away from Bloodwing. Her eyes grew heavy quickly and she was losing the feeling of her body as she began to drop side ways.

Although Dante never felt herself hit the ground, she did feel it when her cloak was folded over her mostly bare form. What had happened after she had finally left the concious world and had slipped away into a soft sleep was any guess of hers. But sleeping in the lair of a greatly feared dragon and living? That's the start of her own legend.

[Bloodwing]

He didn't let her hit the ground He caught her in his arms. and swept her uncosioud body of it's feet. To him and his super human strength she weighed nothing. He smiled down at her. and caried her to the glowing river of molten rock.Using his influence over the heat heat he made the danger of Dante's bare flesh from roasting over the inferno nonexistant. He walked over on the liquid rock as if it where as solid as the rock he had stepped off of.

He styepped onto the opposite shore and walked over to the large pile of gold and layed his new gem on a cusion of the soft metal. Releaved of his load he allowed himself to slip back to his replitian form. For suck a huge creature he moved with silent grace as slivered around his golden mountain. so that he was facing her. He laid down curing around his could pile and placing his head on the could right net to Dante's body. This close to her in his true from it was easier to take in her scent. The smell from her sweat was so strong he could almost taste her. He wanted to just lick her clean of the sweat but he refained she looked so beatiful, Strange how something so peaceful seemed so wonderful to him. Normally he wasn't content with something unless it was in complete chaos. That's when he noticed how crazy her hair looked. So there was a bit of chaos with in the tranquility.

[Dante]

On the pile of warm metal and rich fabrics that lied within the pile, Dante felt comfortable. She rolled over onto her side, mere inches away from the head of the dragon. How small she must have looked next to huge bone structure of the blood dragon. For the moment, in her sweet bliss of sleep, Dante felt safe, truly safe. It wasn't a feeling of a fleeting moment.

Love was still too strong a word, but it was close enough. Feeling the breath of the dragon near her, she awkwardly wiggled closer. No matter. Her unruly hair was only one part of her that really seemed in chaos. Scars cross hatching across her body and a few stab wounds that were still healing up in her shoulders and chest. She wasn't invincible, but she had certainly made a show of it.

[Bloodwing]

Ashe watched her sleep silently he started noticing more about her scent. He could smell the dies blood of her scabs. He began eyeing the scars, remembering how each one had been created. he mentally grinned as she scooted closerto him, and in response inched closer to her. laying his head side was he pushed the length of his snout along the length of her body so that if she wanted to she could actually wrap her arms and legs around his closed mouth. He closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of her breathing. and at some time he too fell asleep.

[Dante]

Hours must have passed in the sweet luxury of sleep. Moments when one is comfortable didn't always last. Dante's dark torquoise eyes opened slowly, only half way, too see that she had pressed herself against the flesh of the blood dragon. She sat up slowly, seeing that she was in a state of undress, kept the cloak around her tightly. Her eyes fell upon the river of lava, protecting them... no.. her, from the stupidities of the human world.

Men cherished money over life more times than not and dared to venture into this cavern. Foolish, though it was, Dante was sure she would enjoy watching men embark on a fruitless journey they will never return from. Dante's long bangs fell into her face and then she hugged the head of Bloodwing, whom to her looked like he was still asleep. The feeling of his scales to her was a sensation all on its own.

[Bloodwing]

It took him amoment to realize that dante had moved. Her heart rate had spead up and her breathing was no longer even. She was no longer asleep. He felt her arms around his snout and he nuzzled her gently. "Did you have a good time?" He asked wonder if she realy did have a good time earlier.

[Dante]

Dante murred softly in her just woken haze. "Yes, yes I did very much so," She said, nuzzling the snout of the dragon. Dante felt she wasn't foolish now, she found she had really fallen in love with the dragon. Dante snuggled his snout and almost wanted to go back to sleep. Dante reluctantly kept her eyes open and on the dragon she was lying with.

Dante wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she'd never say it. Who needed to around a dragon? He had a human form, he could be human if he wanted to be. Then again, had he been some menial homo sapien, Dante would have never noticed him. Shallow as it may be.

[Bloodwing]

He hummed happily. Part of him wonder why he was acting so.... abnormal for his breed. while the rest of his mind didn't care. "Good." He stuck out his tough with justhappened to be right uner the meeting point of her legs, teasing her. "I've never met a human like you. I had my own fun."

[Dante]

Dante giggled and petted the head of the dragon lovingly. She kissed his nose and smiled warmly at him, "I'm glad I could please you," she said, then slowly standing with her cloak attached in an odd loose fashion around her. She delicately stepped her way among the gold and gems that lined the floor. Her hand traced an invisible straight line along the dragon as she looked at the trinkets.

She found a small, insignificant looking ruby set necklace in the pile. It was such a deep red it looked like crystalized blood. She didn't want to put it on, it wasn't hers after all. It looked beautiful though. Dante wandered back to Bloodwing's head. She stumbled occationally, but mostly she managed to stay up right with only falling against the large red body once. "How many years have you been collecting?" she asked softly, still holding the small necklace in her long, slender hand.

[Bloodwing]

Another thing about belonging to a dragon was that you where appart of his hoard. Bloodwing would happlily kill for even the smallest most invaluable copper coin. but Dante could wear what ever she wanted take what she thought looked nice. She was part of the treasury and so he didn't need to protect the gold from her. Had she been any one else she would be a pile of ash.

He had to think about her question. "Well my brood parents dominated these mountains before i did so most of this is theirs but i'd say that its been at least five cenuries. Why is there anything you like?"

[Dante]

"Wow," was all that slipped out of Dante's pale lips. She looked down at the ruby set necklace in her hand and slowly slipped it on with a light laugh. "What do you think?" she asked, a faint smile on her face. There were a few moments where Dante wondered what it would be like to be completely dressed like a royal, but she didn't actually care. She was just curious to how the other half lived.

She looked down at the scars upon her arms for a brief moment before wondering what had happened to her clothing. She looked about and found them on the other side of the 10 foot wide lava river. Dante was smarter than the average human and understood that no matter what she tried, she wasn't going to get across the river of fire by herself.

[Bloodwing]

He hummed happily, "Even without the rock, or the cloak for that matter you look and smell divine." He lifted his head and listened as the gold unstuck itself from between the scales of his face. He took her in admiring what he had gained.

He saw her eye her clothing on the other side of the cavern, across the molten river. He He looked at her with one big eye and said. "I know that your not cold in this cavern. the Magna fills the room with the earths heat, its one of the reasons i like this place." He said he wondered if she under stood where he was going with this. "You need not fear my gaze upon you, and discretion around me is unnecessary. Should anyone look upon your flesh with anything less than respect, let alone get this far into my home without my invitation, I'll happily sear the fresh off their bones." She'd have to be much less intelligence than he had first thought when he met her if she didn't understand what he was implying.

"But if you insist i won't stop you from hiding your beauty from me."he said Slyly as he spread a large leathery wing across the river. If she wanted to she could walk across his ring like it was a bridge. The membrane of his wing was as heat proof, as his scale, and would act like a shield from the heat. His wing would be as warm as a bed of coals rather than being hot enough to to boil stone.

[Dante]

Dante gave a short chortle. "Aye, it's not to hide it from you, its to keep others away," she said, tilting her head to the side with a smile. "Besides, I'm not keen on being canibalistic either," she explained as her small feet hopped their way up his wing and across it to the other side. Dante brushed some of her messy hair aside as she found her lower clothing and her shirt, eventually finding her boots halfway across the cavern.

She dressed herself, then taking a small knife she usually carried with herself and cut off some of the skin of the front of her shirt. Now her clevage was easily seen to help model off the ruby set against her tanned skin. She threw the scrap of animal hide into the river of Lava. "There we go," she said as she tucked the blade away, walking back to the edge of the land, her cloak resting in the crook of her arm.