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

Had it been mentioned to her that she was practically drooling over the half-clothed dragon in front of her, her pride would demand that she refute any such claim. She was not drooling over him, though he was...rather attractive, and very close at hand. Not to mention his lack of a shirt, but still, no drooling! Well, maybe a little, but it wouldn't be proper for her, as a warrior, to be seen so entranced by the view. She had a reputation to uphold, after all, even if it had been tarnished a bit by her recent defeat. Considering she had been put up against a dragon, though, she was counting her blessings that she was still breathing, and entirely intact. That made up almost entirely for her having been subdued so easily. She was no dragon expert, which left her a little uncertain, but considering some of the tales that she had heard, assuming any of them were true, blood wasn't the only lust that dragons dealt in. The neko might have been able to attest to how fierce he could be in the throes of combat, but she had been stuck belowdeck, guarding the pompous merchant. Not exactly the most glorious use for her talents. Indeed, for much the same reason, she wasn't yet entirely determined to ravish the dragon, if he would even allow such a thing. While he might be interested, though for all she knew, he just wanted to tease her and then slip away, but considering her somewhat....fragile position, she didn't want to damn herself by doing anything foolish. Not that Merc was making it easy, with how much temptation he was providing, but some of her strength manifested in willpower. At least for the moment. Fortunately, he didn't feel particularly threatened by the knife, which was good, for she had no intention of putting it to use, though she had to admit that Kama made an inviting target. How would the crew react, she wondered, to the dragon sauntering out onto the deck naked? Though, it was also entirely possible that the dragon would just take her pants in return. He could fit into them readily enough, she suspected, given his slender form. She slowed her ascent when he showed signs of being off-balance, having no intention of pulling him down on top of her, though she had to admit that, as far as possible outcomes to the situation went, there were far worse ones than a half naked dragon falling on top of her, a situation that would have been very reminiscent of the elf's encounter with the Neko, though she hadn't been on hand to experience that. She wasn't sure whether she should be disappointed or happy that the belt hadn't given way, though the blonde absolutely took in the view that it provided, the teasing glimpse of his dragonhood. Mm, he had such wonderful hips, though it was admittedly not his hips that had drawn her attention, her work almost exposing the base of his shaft, but not quite doing enough, thanks to that damned belt. The lack of hair wasn't all that surprising, given that Dragons were more scales than hair, and he seemed to be almost universally smooth. There was no hiding the surprise she felt when his talons wrapped around the wrist that had grabbed his belt, instinctual panic settling in and almost driving her to lash out with her blade in hand. Fortunately, she was more sensible than that, even if she did brace herself for pain, wondering if she had perhaps gone too far in tugging at the dragon's belt. They could be quick to anger, after all, and she didn't want to earn herself a place among the crew, only to have it, and her life, so quickly ripped away from her mere moments after. Yet there was no pain, nothing digging into her flesh, hardly any discomfort at all! Sure, he looked slight enough, though no less impressive for it, but he was still a dragon, and a fierce one at that. Who would have thought one capable, or inclined, to be gentle? She found only assistance in gaining her feet, though, thanks dying on her lips as she found his other hand moving to her waist, wrapping firmly around it. Her outfit was softer there, and so he would get a good chance to feel her curves, not entirely softshe was a warrior but definitely not entirely hard, either. Mere seconds later she found herself pressed up against him, pulled close at hand after finding her feet, well balanced enough not to lose her footing, but allowing herself to press up against him, though tragically the armor she wore kept her from fully appreciating the feel of his muscles. She definitely could smell him, though, now that she was so close, a pleasant smell. None of the fire, brimstone, or blood that one expected from a dragon, from all of the legends told about them. Not to mention, and she suspectedthough she couldn't prove it, her hand was left temptingly close to his kama, easily within reach of him, and pressed chest to chest with Merc. While she might not have been able to feel his manhood, her eyes flicked downwards, taking advantage of their proximity to look almost straight down his kama before finding his gaze once more. The only reason she still held the knife was that she did not want to carelessly discard it, but she was in no position to really tuck it away. Not that it was even near the forefront of her mind. That was occupied entirely by the dragon, and the lust that he was inspiring in her. She didn't intend to let him go without taking advantage of how close they were, though, unoccupied hand brushing slowly across his manhood, through his kama, too slowly and deliberately to be an accident, though one could write it off as such, if they wanted to. Ah, damn him, just as soon as it started, she found him standing a step or two away, too far away for her to return the favor of teasing him. He knew what he was doing, that much was for sure, but she had at least gotten a good feel for him before he had slipped away, and she had a chance to tuck away the knife she carried, back where he had found it. If he was inclined to remove it again, he would have to once more pat her down, though it was unlikely either of them would particularly mind, at this point. He knew where it was, and could, if he was so inclined, merely snatch it, but there would be no fun in that. Of course, master dragon. She nodded her head politely, licking her lips ever so slightly when he instructed her to earn her commission. I could never refuse you She brought up a finger to tap her chin thoughtfully. Where to begin, where to begin? She decided to start with the less....appealing ones, and work her way towards the ones dealing with dragons and...intimacy. Dragons are supposed to be unrivaled in battle. She explained, something the crew of the ship was well familiar with by now, no doubt. They are alleged to be able to slice heavy armor like butter, to roast entire armies at once from the skies, opening wounds with careless swishes of their tails, and tearing throats like tender meat. None of that was particularly surprising. If one was unfortunate enough to meet a dragon on the battlefield, things tended to work out poorly. Arrows bounce from their scales like raindrops, blades bend and shatter against their armor. Exaggerated, obviously, as piercing weapons could be somewhat effective against dragons, but amusing nonetheless. Bullets may pierce their scales, but they breathe in the fire and smoke and return it a hundred-fold, submerging entire battlefields in a thick haze that blinds and chokes. It didn't do much to distinguish the types of dragons, but tales like these didn't do much for the details. The saving grace is that they live largely in seclusion. Caves and mountains, atop piles of treasure and trophies taken from those they have defeated. They nest upon it, any light brought into the lair reflecting from scale and gold alike in a blinding luminescence. She was quite a good teller of tales, voice becoming grand and louder, to properly convey the scale of all that she was speaking about. They emerge when disturbed or when they desire something, laying waste to any foolish enough to cross their path, but are largely dormant creatures, content if naught threatens their rule or their claimed territory. She had paced slightly during the tales, and now brought her gaze back to meet his in a sultry smirk, now ready to talk about the fun part of the legends about dragons. And of course, as voracious as their lust for blood, and gold is, it cannot compare with their lust for sex. She stated it as a fact, and, if she wasn't making all of this up, which she likely wasn't, then it was a fact for most people. She was merely conveying it for his sake. There are the obvious facts about them, first. How well endowed, very well endowed they are, with heavy orbs that are allegedly impossible to drain. Little wonder what she referred to there, her eyes flicking downwards slightly to his Kama as she mentioned it, taking a step closer. Hand in hand with that, they have massive amounts of stamina. Round after round, partner after partner, impossible to entirely sate. She shivered slightly, stopping just before Merc and reaching out, boldly dragging a hand slowly across his chest. They are said to be fond in particular of royalty, princesses with more looks than sense, who are silently, in the dead of night, swept away from the tower of the castle. The dragon that takes her emerges from his cave the next morning bathed in afterglow, with lipstick marks trailing down his chest and along his....well.. She trailed off, imagining that he could imagine what she meant. To emphasize the fact, she trailed her hand down to his waist as she spoke, before pulling it back. They also like luring in thieves who attempt to steal from their treasure hoard, and then take their pleasure from the poor rogues, who are happy to please the dragon in exchange for being allowed to slip away unharmed. Not to mention how creatively they are said to use their wings and tail In sharp contrast to the loud tones from earlier, these perverted tales she spoke quietly, sultrily. If you lack wealth, and do not desire blood to be spilled, the best way to appeal to a dragon.... She leaned in close, both hands moving to rest idly at his waist, waiting to see if he would push her back, or otherwise swat away her hands. Is through their lust Gods how she wanted this sexy, slender dragon, but she wasn't sure that she was even allowed. Though to be honest, she wasn't sure either how much she cared anymore. So how about earning that commission? She inquired, pressing herself against him once more, desiring little more than to push him back against the wall and kiss him everywhere, but not wanting to push her luck in driving him back.