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

I am? Melanie asked surprised. She was allowed to touch the dragon? She could not help but smile. She was a very inquisitive woman. Something she was often times scolded for through the years. Her curiosity had more times than not gotten her and Mia into heaps and bundles of trouble. Melanie could not help it though. She was easily intrigued and hardly ever lost interest in one of her hobbies, as Rufus called them. Rufus had been her friend since childhood. They had grown into adults together. He was her most trusted friend and dearest love, but their life together was not to be. Although she felt she should mourn this loss, the unattainable wish to be his wife and grow older together as they raised their children, she did not. She had not shed a tear at her loss for Rufus. She did not understand this emotional withdrawal. Though she should have known. She had convinced herself that this was the right thing to do. That Mia deserved a better life than to die at the hands of this womanly creature. Melanies eyes widened as she was kissed. She had kissed Rufus several times before but never had she kissed him, or been kissed by him with such wanton desire, passion, fire. Melanie could not help but moan the pressure upon her lips bruising. She should have protested, pushed the dragon away but she did not. Instead she met the creatures tongue stroke for stroke her hand grasping onto the colored forearm of her hostessher future lover and murderess. That thought alone made her pull away. As sweet as the reptilian hybrids mouth had tasted, the faint remainder of her fine wine still upon her tongue, she could not forget her place. She was to be the dragons bedmate, her sexual partner but never were they to be lovers. There would be no love in this act and Melanie had prepared herself, as best as she thought she could for this outcome. For her inevitable perish after the dragon had lost interest with her. As for the last six years none of the woman who had been sacrificed had ever returned, and having been within the dragoness home for nearly an hour she had seen not hide or tail of any of the women. Seria Melanie spoke, her voice soft as she looked into the eyes of her hostess. a beautiful name for a lovely creature. Melanie wondered where the words had come from, and where the courage had come fromyet againthat she brought her hand up to touch the dragonessno Serias face once again. Still, she remained awed by the soft texture to her scaly skin. Melanie fell onto her back at the push and swallowed her body stiffening naturally as the dragoness moved above her. Her reaction was of both fear and anxious trepidation. Melaniemy name is Melanie. Would she just be another forgotten maiden for the womanly dragon before her? She hoped that if the dragon were never to remember her name that her family and her village did. To be remembered meant she would live forever, even if her heart stopped and her lungs no longer breathed in air. Watching, Melanie looked to the hands expertly removing her clothing the sharp nailstalons?...cutting the dress down the middle to reveal that she had been dressed in nothing but the crown of daisies and the whitethe color of puritygown. Finding that her grasp of the soft Egyptian cotton beneath her was not enough she did as she said she was aloud. She grasped onto Serias hips and held her lightly. She did not push the woman away or pull her closer, she just latched onto her to have some form of physical contact with the dragon that hovered above her.