User blog:TricksterPriest/Draco the Weak meets a Will O Wisp (Lemon)

A little story involving Draco-the-Weak. Told through second person (for ease of transition), based on a chat log. Hope you enjoy.

You have little light from a dimly lit torch.

The wind and driving rain is making the torch flutter, but it manages to stay lit. You're not sure how long. You can see a light in the distance, blinking in and out, like someone else with a torch travelling through trees. You jog toward the figure hoping it means safety. You hit a puddle and splash though it. The path seems to be getting muddier, but the light is brighter, you seem to be gaining. You can hear a faint sound. A murmur of a giggle.

You huff and puff getting tired as you get closer. You trip and your feeble torch goes out. You seem to have been lead into a bog. The light has dropped into the water, but is approaching you rapidly.

You crawl back and wait to see what the light is. When you pull back it hesitates, and turns away. The glow is definitely a feminine form, with black lines that seem to sway with the movement of the water.

You get up and run back realizing what the figure could be. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you feels something cold approaching.

You run toward the darkness, afraid to even set eyes on it. You notice that your way is illuminated with a ghostly blue light. You are heading toward what looks like a wrought iron fence.

You made a swift turn to the left running that way. "How dare you!" An angry feminine voice says from behind, dripping with cold fury. As you follow the fence you realizes it is curved and you`re being directed back.

You nervously try climbing the fence as best you could. The fence starts rising with you. The iron is trying to close around your wrists.

You pulls back his hands trying to get out. The light is increasing in intensity. You can clearly see the glen and swamp around you. You pull back and free yourself from the fence, but it is high and closing around. "DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!!" She roars from behind you.

You pounds on the fence ramming into it with your shoulder. The fence shudders under your blows, but it seems to be a single solid piece. Judging from how the ground shifts with you it seems the fence is under you as well.. "You are a strong man, aren't you? I like it when I have a man who likes to be rough."

You turn around. "No miss I'm weak, not worthy," you pitifully beg. "Find someone else, there is better out there."

You see a translucent blue woman before you, wearing a crown of iron and a black dress with an iron flair bell. She smiles in a way that would be alluring if you weren't scared out of your wits. Her hair is flowing in a wind you don't feel. Her feet are obscured by ghostly flames that are almost as bright as her eyes. She's either floating above the ground or unusually tall. "My, modest as well. A good trait." She leans in toward you, almost close enough for a kiss. "Surely there is something you excel at."

"No, I'm low grade," you grovel. "Just let me be." You turn your head from her.

She grabs you by the chin and directs you to face her again. "I told you about that." She scolds you. Her playful tone is gone.

"Please," you plead, "just leave me alone." you push at her torso trying to keep her away.

She stumbles back, her face a mask of rage. "Why? You turn ME down? I am the most beautiful woman in this Gods forsaken land!" She steps up and grabs at your wrist. "Who is she? Who is this one you would turn me down for? I WILL know the name of my rival!" While angry, her breath in your face is as cool as an autumn breeze.

"No one," you whimper. "I just am not ready for this."

Her expression and grip soften. You calm down a little. "Oh," she says, "of... of course." She lets your hand go. "I can get you ready. Like no one else can. You'll see."

"Just let me out," you ask.

There is a mischievous look in her eye as she lowers herself to her knees. "That's what I'm doing." She giggles as she reaches for your belt.

You cover your belt with your hands. "Not like that!" You exclaim.

She gives a confused look. "How do you want to start?" You see the iron bell flair of her dress is opened in the front as she kneels before you. The dress seems to be coming loose from her.

"Not at all," you forcefully say.

Her mouth becomes a thin line. The flames around her dim and her hair falls into place as if whatever spectral wind was blowing it has stopped. You're blinking as your eyes are adjusting back to the dimness. You no longer feel the iron fence pushing at your back.

You try to apologize, "look, I'm sorry."

She swings a left cross at your lower jaw. "I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY!"

You're knocked down from the blow. "Listen," you try to reason. "I'm not fit for you."

"No!" She screeches as she flies up into the air. "You're not!" Tears well up in her eyes. "My whole life I have not had anyone good enough. I was always cold! And alone! And afraid! And alone!"

"Calm down!"

She drops down to the ground and you notice she's actually about six inches shorter than you. "No! You don't get to tell me to be calm! I'm not your wife, remember? I'm not even your girlfriend! You won't even give me the time of day. Or have you forgotten?" She glares at you. then quickly turns away so you can't see her sobs.

You hug her around her waist. "I never had one," you confess.

She is trembling in your arms. "I'm just so tired of being alone. I... I thought when you followed me, that.." she sniffs. "That my loneliness might be over."

"I'm lonely too," you say consolingly. "You just frightened me. I might be below average but... I'll try my best to satisfy you." You hug her tightly.

She looks up at you. "I know..." She looks away. "That you don't really want this. But just say you'll be mine for tonight, and you can go in the morning. I promise."

You silently nod, so she can feel your movement on her head. She turns up to you quickly grabbing your shirt and lays a kiss on your mouth. It's sudden, but not to forceful. Her lips are soft and cool.

You let her have her way with the kiss. When you break away for a breath you say, "Don't hold back. Let out all your pent up love."

"Then stop talking and kiss me." she chides playfully. Her left arm holds the back of your head, running her fingers through your hair as she explores your mouth with her tongue. Her right arm has released her grip on your shirt and is sliding slowly down your chest, giving a few appreciative squeezes.

Your hands rub her chest through her shirt. She makes muffled little encouraging moans into your mouth. He hand slides back up your chest and you feel her trying to unfasten your cape. She cracks open one eye to try to see what she's doing.

You squeeze her breasts as you pull at her dress, trying to expose her bosom. She breaks her kiss and opens her dress. It falls behind her with a slight clang. She kicks it away while she reaches behind her back to open her bra. She gives you a come hither look hungry with desire.

You press your face on one breast sucking on it; squeezing the other with one hand as the other hand slowly eases its way down. Not sure if you're reaching into her panties or to pull them down she keeps her legs slightly apart, but she rises onto her toes in anticipation. Her skin seems to be warming under your touch, but she's still colder than you. She removes your cloak and starts opening your belt.

Your hand digs into her silken panties. Two fingers rub up and down her lower lips. "Ah," she moans, as you feel her dampness. She yanks your belt out hard, pulling herself to you. She is floating slightly in the air so you can stay at her breast, and is fumbling awkwardly at the top of your pants.

You dig your fingers in slowly putting them in and taking them out. She gasps at the first penetration and a shudder goes up her spine. She pulls away slightly and grabs your hand. "Not that," she says softly.

"Why?" You ask, slightly confused.

"I'm not giving my first time to your hand," she explains. She bends down to open your pants.

You nod in understanding, your member springs out, already at attention. Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. She tilts her head up and closes her eyes as she sniffs in a deep breath an inch above your cock. "I never imagined it would smell *SOOO* good," she breathed. Then she slowly sticks out her tongue to lick just under the tip. a cool tingle of pleasure runs down your shaft and up your spine. She sighs like she just let some chocolate melt in her mouth.

You let out a moan. She smiles up at you. She takes the tip into her mouth and lets out a "Mmmm..." as she slowly slides her lips back and forth over the head. While she balances on the edge of your dick her hands are busy getting your pants down as she tries to slide them off your legs, You can feel her tongue lick the tip with every stroke.

You tightly grip the ground twitching with every movement. She throws your pants aside. She crawls around, sucking hard to keep your head in her mouth as she carefully steps one leg over your head and lowers her soaking panties to your face.

You stuff your nose in her wet panties, licking at her. "Oh Lord, Yes!" She screams as your cock drops from her mouth, quivering into her cheek as she momentarily forgets herself. Her one hand claws deep into the ground with inhuman strength, the other digs into your ass cheek. Instead of pain you feel a tight squeeze, as the demonic energy flows into you, protecting you from harm. She quickly repositions herself and this time takes you deep into her throat. She holds you there for a long moment then slowly slides back to the tip.

You let out a loud moan pressing your tongue in her hole through her panties. Her legs clench on your head and her pelvis pushes down slightly onto your face. You taste her juices sweeten as she rides your tongue through an orgasm. She diligently tries to keep pace on your cock, but is twitching too much in ecstasy. You feel her teeth brush against your shaft, but she makes up for inexperience with enthusiasm. You realize she has been holding her breath to better take you in.

You let out a wild moan as you cum in her mouth in several small thrusts. She chokes a bit in surprise, but manages to swallow most of it. She licks up what she missed, while she slowly milks your cock with her hand. She's almost warm to the touch, and the ground beneath you seems warmer too, as the flames surrounding you seem to be faintly giving off heat.

She gets up and says "Do you want to see a trick?"

`Sure," you say between pants.

She smiles and hooks her thumb under the waistband of her panties. She pulls them out toward you, like she was going to flick herself with the elastic, but suddenly her panties slide through her hips and splash onto your face, dripping ectoplasmic love juices.

You flinch then start licking the moisture off them. "Your warm juices," you murmur happily.

She gives a slow spin around, giving you a good look at her body. She then straddles you and lowers herself into a cowgirl position. She carefully rubs your cock in the folds of her dripping pussy, making sure she gets the angle just right.

You moan from the sensation. "You're so hot," you confess.

Her smile nearly takes in her ears. "I know," she coyly replies. She slowly lowers herself onto your manhood. You feel it squeeze into her tight passage. She closes her eyes and bites her lip as she pushes you through the tightness until you feel her suddenly slide the whole length in. She gasps out loud and her eyes open, unfocused. She holds you there for a moment.

You grab her back; pulling her in for a hug as you moan. She arches her back as she starts to pump, lifting your back off the ground. She wraps her feet behind your legs to hold you to her. She digs her claws into your back. While you can feel your shirt getting shredded on your skin it feels like a love scratch barely stronger than a tickle. Her moans grow so loud you can almost hear them echo across the glade. She glows so bright you wonder how your eyes can endure it. Her brilliant blue eyes lock onto yours.

You look back at her, kissing her and holding her tight. Her pumps speed up and you can feel her pussy start to clench. She lifts you into the air, floating a foot off the ground. She supports you gently with one hand while the other tears off the tattered remnants of your shirt. She never lets her gaze falter, even to blink. You feel like you are looking into her soul. Seeing all the decades of loneliness and regret fade as she is filled with joy and bliss. You see yourself reflected in her eyes. Not as weak and worthless. But as the strong powerful sorcerer who banished her demons and gave her hope.

"I think I'm close," you groan.

"Of course we are, my love," she says as she pulls you in and holds a thrust as she clenches in orgasm. She showers your face and neck in quick little kisses as she rides. You gasp for air as you shoot into her. You feel yourself spinning as she flips positions. Your orgasm triggered another wave through her, as she is now riding you from below so as to not spill. She gently lowers your feet on the ground, but keeps her arms and legs wrapped around you in a loving embrace. She seems to be floating still, as there is no weight from her hanging off you. She closes her eyes and lays her head on your shoulder. Your every breath is responded to with a twitch of aftershock through her love box. You gasp for air, out of breath. After a few minutes she disentangles from you and lightly lands on her feet. She then lowers herself onto her bed of flames and looks up at you. "So," she says with an arched eyebrow, "how was it?"

"Very good," you answer.

Her expression becomes stern for a moment, but she shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "I don't, I mean I haven't, well." Her eyes tear up, "this is the best night of my life."

You smile as you lay beside her, hugging her. "Shhh," you sooth.

She pulls you into her soft bosom. "I'm happy but I can't stop crying," she says. She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand. "Thank you." She kisses the top of your head and lays back.

You smile. "I think I may not leave tomorrow," you say. "One condition, though." She slides down to look you in the eyes. "Less demon energy," you add. "I don't want to turn into an incubus."

The flames around you die down. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "It was my first time. I'll control it better next time." Then the flames flare up. "You'll see," she says as her voice raises. "No girl will release less demon energy than me. You'll see."

"I'll trust you," you say, kissing her.

She asks you about your life and adventures. As you regale your stories she lies with you in rapt attention. It's clear from the detailed questions she asks that her interest never waivers. Eventually you fall asleep as the sky is starting to lighten from dawn. Passed out in her pillowy bust with her fingers tracing though your hair. When you finally awake there is a wrought iron fence, smaller than the one last night. All the sharp barbs are replaced with smooth hearts. The fence doesn't seem to curve, but go off into the distance. There is a little sign with a <-->.

The arrow to the left marked 'town.'

The arrow to the right marked 'XX OO'