Thread: Melting the Heart of a Dragon (SaraFisherRP & Daughter of Artemis)

Melanie watched as her hostess moved to retrieve her a goblet. The young farm girls eyes widened as she saw the gold of the cup, the reddest of rubies upon it. Not that the young woman had seen many rubies. Only ever in portraits or in storybooks of royalty. Never in person and they had never looked to gorgeous. So hypnotizing Melanie nearly missed her hostess display of strength, lifting a jug that would have taken three men to lift and left them out of breath as they did so, with her single bare hand. Melanie felt her heart flinch, a shooting pain moving through her. Fear, the fear that had been with her from the moment she had watched as Mias silhouette disappeared from view, turned to terror. The slender arms that had carried her here, Melanie knew they had power, strength within them. How else would she have so effortlessly carried here all this way? Yet, she had not realized how powerful the woman could be. The show caused her to take a step back, her wrist twitching at her side as she grasped onto the white skirt of her gown. Thank you Melanie whispered as she took the offered goblet and brought it to her lips slowly. She had never had alcohol before. She could not afford it. She worked as a seamstress, apprenticing under the Head seamstress of Merlot, but the apprenticeship did not offer her much money. A few gallons every two weeks. Hardly enough for her to go off and spend them on a mug of ale at the local tavern. Savoring the elegant taste, she rolled it around her tongue, feeling a sense of dread as she swallowed it, unwilling to find herself without the earthly taste. It was a bit bitter and as she swallowed it, there was a slight burn at the back of her throat but she paid it little mind. She had heard of how men hacked after having their drinks of liquor at the tavern, she knew to expect a bit of an aftertaste. Still, it was delicious. It tasted of ripe raspberries. Tilting the gold goblet back a bit she swallowed half of the wine in one mouthful at the Dragoness comment. Would she need this wine to help dull her senses? Was her first time with anyone going to be as painful an event as she had begun to imagine it being? With Rufus it would have been slow and gentle, as he loved her in his own way, and he would have spoken sweet nothings into her ear, reassurances and comfort. She would not get that here, not from the dragoness. Even as she touched her so tenderly, almost reverently, Melanie knew better. It was a rouse, a sly maneuver to help ease her into her new role, the role she was meant to fulfill tonight. Throwing back the rest of her goblet of wine she staggered towards the bed, her feet unsteady. Not from the alcohol but from her fear, her apprehension. I know what is expected of me. Beforewe begin. May I Melanie swallowed down her fear and found a bit of courage. May I ask your name? If she were to lose her innocence, her purity to this dragoness she wished to know her name. Not so that she might curse her name but that she just might know who toshe blushed at the mere thought of itbut who to call out to in either her pleasure or pain. Melanie informed as she sat upon the bed and rather than remain away from the disrobing dragon she moved closer, lying on her side as she watched, transfixed, as the deep green ivory robe fell away from the dragoness body. The dragon thought of her as beautiful.while Melanie could only drop her jaw in awe of the godly body before her. The first thing that Melanie noticed as what looked to be a tattoo upon her hostess left arm. Two crescent moons one beneath the other in a dark blue ink that stood out beautifully against her purple sink. As if under the same spell before, Melanie reached forward and traced her fingertips over the tattoos a small smile forming as she drew over them, once, twice, three times before looking up, her hand stilling on the scales before her as she met the dragoness eyes. Am I Melanie lost her question and dropped her hand away from the halfbreeds arm, her eyes looking down. Except as she looked down she saw the sight of pebbled nipples and her mouth went dry. My apologies. I do not mean totouch you unwarrantedly.