Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

The blonde was plenty adept at dealing with pointy bits, given that she was a warrior and all, but on the other hand, he was a dragon, and that meant that her armor probably wouldn't help that much against all of his pointy bits. She wasn't wearing full plate, so even against a conventional blade, it wouldn't be that out of the realm of possibility for a point to slip through, or past her armor, so Mercury would have been more than capable of putting her down, if he was so inclined. Fortunately, he wasn't, and he hadn't ended up tumbling on top of her. She would have had the sense not to flail around, and knowing that he was a little light meant that she wouldn't have been crushed, but she hadn't been worried that much. He was a dragon, after all, and sheerly by virtue of that, she had imagined he would be able to keep his feet. Then again, she did have some amount of strength in her arm, being a warrior and all, so perhaps it wasn't all that surprising that she had thrown him off balance, particularly since he hadn't been expecting her to haul herself up by his belt, though it had, in the end worked out. She wasn't the best at reading social cues, but that didn't mean she was blissfully ignorant to body language, by far. Draconic body language didn't translate directly over, but to be a decent warrior, you had to know how to read the language of your enemies' movements. When they were feinting, when and where a strike would come, so forth, so on. When to block, when to dodge, where to meet their blade to parry it. In a way, reading Mercury's body language now wasn't that far off from it, though obviously the purpose was different. Though, she supposed it was still a matter of conquest, just sexual in nature rather than violent. He seemed entirely at ease, which was reliving, as while it was possible that he merely was confident that he could easily dispatch her, she hoped that it more indicated that there was no emnity between them. She was almost on board with signing up as a pirate, and she was willing to gracefully admit her defeat. Plus, the way things were going now, rather than ending up a dragon's spoils, she was going to get to claim him. Not what she expected, but she wasn't going to complain. Every aspect that made the dragon so intimidating was downright sexy when you weren't under direct threat. That smug grin he wore left her heart all a-flutter, and she could practically lose herself in those golden eyes. She wasn't an overly romantic woman, but she knew what she liked, and his swaying tail and glistening scales were it. It was also good to see that she had his undivided attention when she began telling her tales, the dragon tilting his head and leaning ever so slightly in to better hear her, though she was convinced that he had hearing far beyond a normal human anyway. He could go airborne, so it stood to reason that his earsand eyes and nose for that matter would have to be sharp enough to be used from high above. Not that she was complaining, seeing him lean in was delicious, but she didn't let it distract her from her tales, which required enough concentration to recount them considering the rather....risque nature of the last of them. While Mercury didn't speak during them, which was appreciated, though she certainly wouldn't have been in any position to complain if he had interrupted. Dragons tended to have the right of way when it came to conversation and, well, everything else too. The comparison to felines was undeniable with how his tail swished back and forth behind him, and oh how his grin grew wide, almost unsettling if she wasn't lost enough in lust to look past the intimidating nature of his fangs. If he wasn't so at ease, then she might have been threatened, but there was no hostility in his stance. Certainly some of the legends had to have some kernel of truth to them, and so some humans had to have witnessed an Elder Dragon, or the like and lived to tell the tale. Whether they had talked about any of it, though, or if any of what they said was accurate, well, that was all a lot less likely. Even if it started at a relatively reasonable, truthful statement, it was only a matter of time before they were twisted in taverns, told over frothy mugs of ale, and then again in seedier taverns over watered down mugs of ale. Anyone who had witnessed them had probably done so from a safe distance, though. It was easy enough to get the terrifying majesty of an Elder dragon ripping through an entire armada from the safety of shore, through a looking glass. Far more likely to live to tell about it that way, too. As far as the gold dragons sweeping away princesses, well, there was empirical evidence of that happening, though the outcome was different. Sometimes they settled in to rule, sometimes they just kept the princesses around, and sometimes they allowed the royals to return to their castle when they had been good and satisfied. Oh, was he purring? Now that was something that was nice to feel, though it didn't diminish the feline thing. It only drove her onwards, as he didn't seem to have any intention of having her slow down or stop. Gods, he was making this difficult. As frustrating as it would have been, it would have at least been easy if she had merely been told no, but the way things were going, this was going to lead her down a dark, very tempting path, and she was delighted to follow it. It had definitely gone beyond playful teasing, the two of them both far too worked up to back off now. As much as his kama could help conceal his arousala useful trait no doubt with how many attractive females he ran into around the ship, she wasn't helping it stay in place, between her having tugged it down and the light brush across the front of it. The Captain might be irritated, but in his defense, he had been given the blonde to do with as he pleased, and directed to handle that first, so she could only be so irritated with him following orders. Ooh, now that was a nice feeling, how his chuckle practically rumbled through her, her armor, such as it was, not doing much to muffle it. Just feeling his talons at her waist was delighting enough, but then she suddenly found herself being pulled against him, waists touching and able to smell his breath. Her own breath was pleasant, but not quite fresh smelling. Indeed, there was the faint smell of some sort of sweet liqour, not something that had likely been sipped for courage before the battle, or some other reason. It was pleasant, at any rate, not strong enough to be overwhelming, and smelling...fruity, perhaps? Well, if they hadn't been too far committed before, they most definitely were now, and she had to suppress a shudder as she felt his stirring arousal through his kama. Now that was impressive, far from a shortsword, to be sure, and she looked forward to seeing it bared in all of its glory. For all of the talk and claws and breath, the natural weapon Mercury possessed that she was most interested in was currently straining against his kama, and she didn't intend to make it struggle for long, if she had any say in the matter. If she had a response to his question, she was kept from answering as his hands moved to her shoulders, clearly slicing through the straps that held her armor on. Honestly, even if it was a nicer piece of armor, she wasn't sure that she would have been able to complain at being stripped down by a handsome dragon like him. There was cloth beneath the armor, but it wasn't quite as substantial with the metal that went overtop falling away and clattering along the ground as he swatted it away. It would be easy enough to repair, if she wanted to, but she was more likely to land something more substantial anyway. The cloth was thin, and showed her curves better with the armor gone, though it wasn't quite as form fitting, or protective, as leather would have been. That being said, it certainly allowed him to feel the swell of her breasts as her chest pressed against his, nice and soft, not quite as ample as the other girls', but she was certainly not flat, and he would feel that quite well. Even now, she wasn't given much of a chance to either protest or voice her thoughts, though she wasn't quite entirely silent, particularly when his long, flexible tongue dragged at her neck, a soft gasp coming at the unexpected warmth. That was not what she had expected, but damned if it wasn't getting her all hot and flustered. Though perhaps she had already been both of those things, if she was being honest with herself. She did move closer, not content in letting her hands rest idly by while he explored her body, and so her hands would move up his back, intent on lightly touching at his wings, though they spent plenty of time roaming his back and rubbing his hips, seeming to want to touch every bit of him, and unsure where to start. His chest was otherwise occupied, though, with her breasts pressing against it through her top, so she was forced to content herself with the rest of him. She was listening to his advice as he gave it, deciding that she was quite capable of taking down a dragon, if that was the case. Sexually, if not physically. She was a warrior, and she could most certainly do aggressive. That wasn't to say she would object if she was ravished while tied up, or made to service him, but she could definitely do offense as well. Then she suddenly found them both up against a wall, though his back was to it, so he had trapped himself more than he had trapped her. His wings quickly cut off any thoughts of escape, as if she had any, leaving them both trapped. That being said, though, she was going to take advantage of him being pinned between her and a wall, and his wings just made sure that she had no other options to waste time thinking about. Only one way to find out She announced when he asked if she had with it takes. Maybe she didn't, but she was willing to take the risk of finding out. As far as her first move, well, seeing as how he had been so eager to strip her of her armor, she was going to return the favor. Both of her hands found their way down to his waist, resting at his hips for a long moment and pressing her hips against his, allowing her to feel that nice dragonhood beneath his kama. Pulling back enough to give herself room, she pressed her breasts against his chest and let her hands move around to his front, getting a nice, long feel for his nice, long weapon, and then deftly working at his kama, intending on undoing it and letting it fall away. She was a little startled by the feeling of his tail tightening around her leg, but it was actually rather pleasant, and only served to encourage her. Hopefully it didn't put up too much of a fight, though, else she might end up slipping down with it, ending up eye to eye with a certain dragon's spear.