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Title: The Stalking of Prey (were-dragon)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 756
Continues from The Treasure Middle part.
Feeling the hairs raise on his body was the first hint he wasn’t alone and though Dafydd wanted to ignore it, he’d not lived as long as he had, a traveler as he was, without developing a strong sense of survival. Casually he turned under the waterfall’s liquid curtain, slitting his eyes to see without seeming to. Goosebumps joined the hairs on his body as a deep sub vocal purr trembled the air.
He’d scouted the area for predators, in their many forms, and possible places to fight from or hide in before removing his clothing and weapons. Clothing and weapons that currently were inside the dry overhang behind the water’s falling concealment.
It was difficult to see anything through the stream of water and the green foliage but there might have been a huge bulk of glistening something. He’d blinked and it was gone. If not for his body’s warnings and the purr he’d heard, Dafydd would have put it down to a miss seeing, but he wasn’t a fool.
The water was only up to his thighs, too low to cover his manly parts that were for some reason showing an interest. He’d talk to those parts later about inappropriate ‘could get me killed’ reactions, though he’d known soldiers say that it wasn’t an unusual response; it wasn’t something that Dafydd had had experience with before. It wasn’t something that would be helpful either as his best course was to create a large sudden splash and under cover of the thin level of water swim through the waterfall to his weapons. A rigid presence jutting out between his thighs could be painful.
‘Definitely going to have a mind to body talk about this, he thought, if there is an opportunity and I’m not dead.’
The wind changed and the smell of an alluring musk, that had been there but unnoticed before, reached him.
‘Definitely definitely going to have that talk,’ as his nipples drew up tight and he firmed out further. His thought, ‘Okay, falling backward with arms outstretched and a strong arm stroke through the falls,’ was followed by the action and other than the pounding of the water’s rush on his face as he passed under the fall it wasn’t uncomfortable and was speedily done. Hopefully whatever was out there would lose interest thinking the prey was gone as if by magic. Hopefully.
Blade in hand Dafydd turned, concealed in the darkness, to scan the area as best he could.
After a time the bulkiness of a great presence moved toward the water and settled to wallow where Dafydd had recently been; Dragon.
The basin of the pond was the perfect size for the dragon that turned leisurely over and sloshed some of the water into a gush down the streamlet that fed the river. The waterfall replaced the loss in but a moment and Dafydd could swear the dragon sighed as it lazed back and giving Dafydd a great face on view, that would be seared into his brain for years, of the nether regions of a dragon.
“He’s size proportional for a dragon and you are not capable of taking that up your ass even if he weren’t a probably man eating dragon,” Dafydd sternly told parts of his body. Man eating was also probably not a great choice of words because that brought other images to mind that had those parts were overlooking the proper uses teeth were put to.
A shimmering took place out in the pond’s basin and a displacement of water imploded to leave a tall bronzed man levering himself up from that water and stroking his wet slick darker hair back from his face. It was a forceful face, arrogantly beautiful power made in human form. The body made Dafydd flush in arousal and his eyes caressed over the important parts, spending time to notice that, ‘yes, those parts would fit, barely,’ and what a happy squirming feeling that invoked.
The dragon-man reached down, his thighs parting further, to gather a handful of water and then rub it up his leg in a mimicking of scrubbing. There was a small smile on his face that seemed to grow smug.
Dafydd smothered another groan as the action was repeated with the other leg and then the man-dragon gathered up two handfuls and moved higher. Glorious, mouthwatering, eager, hard flesh responded to the slow scrubbing strokes. Dafydd whimpered and watched as his preditor stopped and walked slowly forward to reach out a hand towards Dafydd in invitation.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 756
Continues from The Treasure Middle part.
Feeling the hairs raise on his body was the first hint he wasn’t alone and though Dafydd wanted to ignore it, he’d not lived as long as he had, a traveler as he was, without developing a strong sense of survival. Casually he turned under the waterfall’s liquid curtain, slitting his eyes to see without seeming to. Goosebumps joined the hairs on his body as a deep sub vocal purr trembled the air.
He’d scouted the area for predators, in their many forms, and possible places to fight from or hide in before removing his clothing and weapons. Clothing and weapons that currently were inside the dry overhang behind the water’s falling concealment.
It was difficult to see anything through the stream of water and the green foliage but there might have been a huge bulk of glistening something. He’d blinked and it was gone. If not for his body’s warnings and the purr he’d heard, Dafydd would have put it down to a miss seeing, but he wasn’t a fool.
The water was only up to his thighs, too low to cover his manly parts that were for some reason showing an interest. He’d talk to those parts later about inappropriate ‘could get me killed’ reactions, though he’d known soldiers say that it wasn’t an unusual response; it wasn’t something that Dafydd had had experience with before. It wasn’t something that would be helpful either as his best course was to create a large sudden splash and under cover of the thin level of water swim through the waterfall to his weapons. A rigid presence jutting out between his thighs could be painful.
‘Definitely going to have a mind to body talk about this, he thought, if there is an opportunity and I’m not dead.’
The wind changed and the smell of an alluring musk, that had been there but unnoticed before, reached him.
‘Definitely definitely going to have that talk,’ as his nipples drew up tight and he firmed out further. His thought, ‘Okay, falling backward with arms outstretched and a strong arm stroke through the falls,’ was followed by the action and other than the pounding of the water’s rush on his face as he passed under the fall it wasn’t uncomfortable and was speedily done. Hopefully whatever was out there would lose interest thinking the prey was gone as if by magic. Hopefully.
Blade in hand Dafydd turned, concealed in the darkness, to scan the area as best he could.
After a time the bulkiness of a great presence moved toward the water and settled to wallow where Dafydd had recently been; Dragon.
The basin of the pond was the perfect size for the dragon that turned leisurely over and sloshed some of the water into a gush down the streamlet that fed the river. The waterfall replaced the loss in but a moment and Dafydd could swear the dragon sighed as it lazed back and giving Dafydd a great face on view, that would be seared into his brain for years, of the nether regions of a dragon.
“He’s size proportional for a dragon and you are not capable of taking that up your ass even if he weren’t a probably man eating dragon,” Dafydd sternly told parts of his body. Man eating was also probably not a great choice of words because that brought other images to mind that had those parts were overlooking the proper uses teeth were put to.
A shimmering took place out in the pond’s basin and a displacement of water imploded to leave a tall bronzed man levering himself up from that water and stroking his wet slick darker hair back from his face. It was a forceful face, arrogantly beautiful power made in human form. The body made Dafydd flush in arousal and his eyes caressed over the important parts, spending time to notice that, ‘yes, those parts would fit, barely,’ and what a happy squirming feeling that invoked.
The dragon-man reached down, his thighs parting further, to gather a handful of water and then rub it up his leg in a mimicking of scrubbing. There was a small smile on his face that seemed to grow smug.
Dafydd smothered another groan as the action was repeated with the other leg and then the man-dragon gathered up two handfuls and moved higher. Glorious, mouthwatering, eager, hard flesh responded to the slow scrubbing strokes. Dafydd whimpered and watched as his preditor stopped and walked slowly forward to reach out a hand towards Dafydd in invitation.
