Endangered Ch. 06

The sprite could probably have flicked aside the spell, having innate resistance to most magics. She didn't get a chance, though, as the dragon crushed her to his chest. She smiled happily, swooning, melting, she knew she'd made the right choice with the dragon.

Chris couldn't believe it, once he'd gained his breath back, he rose quickly and strode forwards.

Lillian, so used to protecting the elf, stepped into his way. He stopped close, their bodies almost touching, and stared deeply into her eyes for a moment as if their souls were talking.

To even her own surprise, she stepped aside after mere seconds of his baleful gaze, unconsciously admitting her submission to the dragon. Her whole body buzzed with a potent cocktail of excitement, fear, and lust as he brushed past her, that damnable scent clouding her mind.

Chris stopped a few feet from the elf, his entire body felt shivery and weak, frost burn radiating across his skin.

Reyla didn't acknowledge him or the tiny woman he clutched protectively. Her head was lowered, watching the floor, considering her rash action.

Pride and shame held her tongue, giving him a moment to compose his thoughts.

He took a deep breath, surprisingly calm given the amount of adrenaline and pain that was flooding his system. He was pretty sure his back had a chunk missing from it. By rights, he had the justification to end her, or at least try. There was no desire to do that though.

"I forgive you, Reyla. But I fear for us all if Beings as powerful as you are so arrogant they would take a life over a few words. Are you that hateful? That petty? How are we going to live with humans if we can't even control ourselves?"

Turning to Arvil, who was still gawking at dragon's half form and seemed rather nonchalant about all the growling and spell-slinging, the dragon managed a pained grimace.

"Maybe it's best if we wait a few days until things quieten down."

"Yes, of course," the elf grinned.

With that Chris turned and walked out, exposing the open burn on his back with blackened, vine-like tendrils snaking across his purple skin where it was visible through the tatters of his shirt.

He walked silently, straight back to the hotel through the underground passageways, holding the nervous yet jubilant sprite while the vampire followed along behind. People stared at his half form openly, gasping and pointing if they got a peak at his gruesome wound.

He didn't care at that point.

"I'm sorry," whispered Reyla, long after he'd gone.

"Oh hush, cousin. You haven't insulted him beyond repair else he would have tried to kill you," Arvil consoled. "You have bigger concerns perhaps, your vampire is no longer the loyal lapdog you once bragged to me about."

Reyla hardly registered that someone was speaking, aching inside as much as the dragon probably ached without. His words, so insignificant but without any shield or counter spell to stop them, had hit home. She felt small, wretched; a little girl again being scolded for maiming one of her playmates. Worst of all, she'd exposed her true, darker nature to him. She hated that nature, her darkness, her inner rage. Over the centuries, she'd grown to accept it as part of herself. It drove her to greatness but left something missing inside her. Perhaps she was broken.

Those thoughts made her feel anger in turn, for was she not a powerful sorceress, thousands of years old? What should she care of this new-born dragon whelp?

She sighed with a heavy breath. He was right, of course. Curse his good-smelling innocence. It was his damn fault she had trouble controlling herself around him, not her own.

***

"Oohhff."

Chris slumped onto the bed, dumping the sprite on the pillow next to his head so he could see her. He managed to pull the comforter partly over his shivering bulk as she righted herself, kneeling with her legs tucked underneath her tiny but perfectly sculpted butt.

"What is your name, little one?" the dragon asked.

"Immianthe. I'm sorry, Master, I shouldn't have provoked her like that but we have history," apologised the sprite.

"Perhaps not. My name is Chris by the way, none of this master business. Now, would you mind explaining what exactly you're playing at?"

"Chris," she rolled his name on her tongue. It seemed somehow inappropriate to use his name but it was an intimate gesture to allow her the privilege. "Fine, then you may call me Immi. You saved me from the wraith and healed me, showing far more kindness than I have grown to expect from Beings. When you fed me, I took the opportunity to bind myself. I am not playing at anything."

"Why though?" Chris asked. "Why be bound to anyone at all?"

"I have had a difficult life away from my people, Chris. I'm a runaway from a poor match selected by my father to further his relationship with the high elves. He was desperate to insure an alliance for the survivors of our race and was ready to sacrifice me as the price. I know it's usually the duty of a princess to serve for the good of her people but I just couldn't do it. I never would have survived my husband, he was well known to be cruel and manipulative, so I fled. I think it was the best course of action, for had I gone through with it, he would have used my continued wellbeing against my father. I've been scavenging to survive for the last twenty years, hiding in the Ether. When you and your mate healed and fed me, I knew it was time to come in from the cold, I'd found someone to live with who would be kind and gentle. Who'd respect me as a living Being rather than an object or trinket. I have felt a pull to come here over the past days despite the dangers of more populated areas, now I think I was drawn to you, Chris."

"I don't know what to say," Chris was tormented by her story, never imagining the complexities this new world contained compared to his previously simplistic life. To trade a daughter against her will like some sort of livestock, incomprehensible.

"It is the past, say nothing," She spoke softly.

That only worked for a moment as he watched her.

"So, you're a princess?" He asked with a sly smile.

The sprite nodded.

"I used to be at least. I suspect father exiled or stripped me of my title when I escaped though."

"It was the food that sealed the deal though, wasn't it? I've heard about sprites." Chris managed with a weak chuckle.

"Yes, the food may have played a part," Immi smiled back with a tiny wink, moving to lie on her tummy as she stared up at the half of his face not pressed into the bedding. "We sprites only have a reputation for being so voracious because we hale from a time long ago when magic was so plentiful that what we required to feed ourselves was relatively a mere pittance. The word has changed much since then and now we are considered not much more than greedy pests, a plague if our numbers ever grew to what they used to be before the war. This world's magic is so weakened, dragon. You are too young to see it but if you live a thousand years, you will begin to feel it in your bones, as we sprites do."

"A war? That's the second time you've mentioned it."

"It's ancient history, do not trouble yourself, Chris," She clearly didn't want to discuss it further.

"Hmm, I would be interested in you telling me one day. In the meantime, would you like some more, Immi?" Chris asked, it seemed wrong that this beautiful, playful little Being possessed knowledge so profound and ancient. Both he and his dragon were interested in learning more from her.

"Of course, Master!" the sprite chirped merrily. "Always."

Chris brought his hand up and began forming a little spark. It was easier this time, in his half form, but he didn't have the Ether's energy to draw from directly, plus he was wounded. The result was a slightly smaller cube of stable, purple-grey energy.

She didn't snatch or scrabble at it this time, rather moving to lay across his hand and nibble as they continued talking. She broke little chunks from the corners and brought them to her lips like freshly baked bread.

"This is the best I've ever tasted. You'll never understand how much this means to a sprite, hunger is always building inside us in these times of famine; to the point where we would eat nasty, disgusting things quite happily. It doesn't take too much energy from you, does it? How badly are you hurt?"

"No, it's fine and I will be too, I think. I'm really cold and sore is all."

He watched her eat daintily before her nudity became too much to go unchecked.

"Immi, don't you have any clothes, I mean, are you always naked?" he asked, feeling her breasts being pushed into his fingers where she lay.

"Of course," she giggled, tearing off another little chunk of magic and popping it into her mouth with obvious relish. It tasted like the spiced, creamy candy she'd loved when she was much, much younger.

"It's a little distracting."

"You'll get used to it, you can touch if you want. You are my Master after all."

It was practically a purr from her tiny mouth but he ignored her seductive tones.

"What do you want, Immi? What do I do with you? I've got a lot going on in my life right now and it wasn't cool to just bind yourself to me. Isn't there a way to undo it?"

"You don't want me," she murmured, turning her body away from his view. Her wings and shoulders began to tremble.

"Jesus," Chris muttered, there had to be some serous bad Karma for making a sprite princess cry. "I didn't mean it like that, Immi, I just don't know what I'm doing. I've barely been awakened for two weeks and I know almost nothing about sprites, magic, or anything else in this screwed-up world. Okay? I'm sorry for being untactful but... ah fuck it all..."

"I could teach you," she spoke softly over her shoulder. "Most Beings would be honoured to have a sprite princess bind themselves to them, even if I am only seventh in line. Females are very uncommon after the war, let alone royal females."

"It's not like that, Immi, I just don't know you. You don't even know me."

"I know enough to know that I'll be happy with you. And I know I can make you happy in return, if you let me."

She turned back to him now, entreating him, exposing her blue bosom with her darker hair flowing down across her perfect curves.

"Please, all I want is your kindness, your touch, and friendship, perhaps your love, in time." Her heartfelt plea tugged at his heartstrings.

Chris sighed, she looked so hopeful. How could he say no to that? His dragon certainly couldn't.

"Okay Immi, you can stick around."

"Good!" she laughed, crocodile tears quickly forgotten. "Because I wouldn't have taken no for an answer."

With that, she fluttered into the air, still clutching the last of her food, and landed in his purple hair. She tumbled around happily for a few moments before sitting up.

"You've made me very happy already, dragon."

"Great, another beautiful woman to satisfy," Chris groaned.

"Ohh, I'll get to watch you rut with them all. How exciting! Look at the size of you though, I wish you were smaller," she teased, pulling playfully at tufts of his hair.

The dragon's throat rumbled grumpily.

"Cheer up, I'm easy to please."

"You're going to be trouble, aren't you?"

"Of course, Chris. I'm a sprite after all." She leaned down and whispered right into his ear, "You can always punish me if I go too far... Master."

A shiver which had nothing to do with his recent encounter with frost magic spiralled down Chris's spine all the way to his toes.

Lillian interrupted them then, clearing her throat from the doorway.

"Reyla just sent this salve over, it's supposed to help counteract the burn."

The vampire didn't think much of the sprite flouncing around in her dragon's hair, lounging on the back of his neck. Honestly, she was still shaken by her encounter with him. One soulful look, his warmth so close, his breath arose her lips; she'd rolled over in submission under mere seconds of his commanding gaze.

Her treacherous body still shook with tremors of arousal while her vampire keened to run to him and gorge herself. Meanwhile, her human mind cursed herself for behaving like a hopeful little bitch around the dragon. Completely unprofessional. She expected to receive an angry summons from Reyla at any moment. It was certainly a good thing the Drow was too caught up in her own encounter with the dragon to be directly angry with her.

Chris groaned as he rolled over to accept the small glass jar of ointment.

It smelled inoffensive enough, and looked like it was based of some sort of tallow, dyed green perhaps by its active ingredients. He scooped a little onto his finger but soon found, with a pained intake of breath, that he couldn't tend to the wound just below his wing attachment himself.

"Help him, pointy-mouth," Immianthe demanded, walking down across his ridge of larger spine-scales to inspect her Master's wound; sustained so bravely in her defence.

"Could you? Please, Lillian?" Chris asked hopefully.

"Oh, okay," Lillian started herself from reflection. She wasn't sure it was such a good idea to be touching him at all but she went about quickly scoping a glob onto her fingers and rubbing it mechanically over the blackened gash below his forewing. She herself had been hit with shade-frost once, the boy was being very stoic.

"Not so hard vampire, it's a wound, not a piece of steak to tenderise," the sprite scolded from the side-lines.

"Sorry," Lillian murmured, it'd been quite a while since she'd done anything like this, it didn't come naturally.

"It's fine. I think I can feel it working already, thanks, Lillian."

"More over here," Immi called.

"Shut up, or do it yourself, seeing as you're so attached to him," Lillian snapped back, more like her usual self. None the less, she gently rubbed some where the sprite had indicated. "I think I'm done now anyway. Annabel can do it again later but you won't take too long to heal."

"Thank you, Lillian," Chris sighed in relief as she retreated out the door and down the hall to her own room. "Are you always so confrontational, Immi?"

"I'm nice," protested the blue little beauty. "I'm just testing her."

"Well, would you stop, please? You're going to get me in even more trouble. Besides, Lillian isn't someone you want to be on the bad side of, she's been through a bit recently."

"She doesn't scare me."

Chris had to chuckle gently at that.

"No, Immi, I can tell not much scares you."

***

Chris took the rest of the afternoon to rest and heal; eventually moving out to the lounge couch and lying face down. He passed the time surfing Maginet and filling Immianthe in on human technology and the advances of the last several decades.

Being a step removed from Beings in that they generally didn't try to blend into the human community, the sprite had much to learn but was catching on quickly.

Chris was already beginning to feel his heart soften towards her, his dragon had been right, she was fun.

She was also very tactile, simply lying on him like a piece of furniture and flaunting her nakedness openly. Later in the afternoon she seemed to become even more touchy, sitting astride his wrist as he showed her how to use his tablet. Her almond scent was strong in the air and Chris could swear he felt her squishing her hot little sex into his skin.

Finally, she leaned right over his tablet to see the image on the huge screen, exposing her heart shaped ass with her tiny vagina peeking between her thighs, glistening wetly. She had indeed left a wet spot.

It was right in front of his face and before he knew it, the dragon had the slits of his flattened snout mere millimetres from her sex.

Feeling the hot breath of the beast on her little treasure, she looked back over her shoulder and giggled mischievously at him, seeing the fight going on inside his eyes.

Chris had to deploy all of his resolve not to brush across her perfect, pouting labia with his forked tongue.

"Go ahead, I'd love you to," Immi crooned, wiggling her tiny buttocks back and forth teasingly.

"Stop Immi, it's hard enough with you crawling all over me naked. Don't tease me. It's not practical whatsoever."

"Silly dragon. Yes, your manhood probably weighs more than I do but there are other ways we could please each other. If you get too wound up, you can always take it out on your other broodmates."

"So you want to be part of my brood as well?" growled the dragon.

"I ... Yes," the sprite said firmly. "Please Master, lick me. I'll go crazy if you don't, your damn scent is too hard to resist."

The dragon breathed hot across her nethers and finally she felt the tip of his forked tongue contact her. Immi let out a pleasured, high pitch squeak at the feel of his hot, soft tongue on her pussy. It had been so long.

She shoved back hard on all fours, pushing back until her blue ass slammed into his purple lips. His tongue snaked out, lapping all around and over her fevered labia, her thighs, and even her tiny puckered anus. His dexterous muscle was so big and provided so much stimulation she couldn't help but moan and grind herself into him as a fire built low in her belly and she flooded his probing tongue with her liquid joy.

The dragon couldn't get enough. Her tasty little cavern was exuding copious amounts of her creamy, sweet essence in tiny squirts matching the rhythmic contraction of her insides. The delicious flavour reminded Chris of the taste of almond nougat at Christmas. Her bouquet had some richer, salty, creamy undertones which he relished too and it seemed that as he truly set to the task of pleasuring his miniature concubine, his whole body began to feel strangely light and a sense of almost euphoric wellbeing settled in his mind.

Her moans indicated she was clearly loving his attention, making him smile, he enveloped half of her ass between his lips and sucked greedily as he sought her tiny blue clit indirectly with his tongue.

The reaction was instantaneous, she exploded violently in his mouth, screaming at the top of her tiny lungs.

"0oohhh! Fuck! Don't stop, Master, its good!"

She didn't stop either, continuing to caterwaul her happiness for half a minute as he lapped at her gushing sex. Had she been a full sized woman, he suspected she would have soaked both him and the couch.

The dragon couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, watching her body quake and her little wings flap and twitch as he overloaded the miniscule woman with pleasure.

Immianthe cursed her birth as a sprite once he finally released her from his mouth, collapsing down onto the couch cushion with her glistening ass pointed straight up in the dragon's face. She could barely breathe; her entire body was flushed, making her blue closer to the dragon's natural purple.

Through all this, the spasms of pleasure still wracked her tiny, foot-long frame, and all she could think was that if she was a regular sized woman, she could have him inside of her.

Something probed at her sex again, making her head shoot up in surprise, she was too sensitive right now. She couldn't, not again. Could she? The question died in her mind as this time, the dragon managed to part her labia and push one of the forks of his tongue inside of her.

"No! No, I can't it's too much!" she cried helplessly.

The massive beast growled his disapproval at that idea, ignoring her pleas, instead pushing deeper and wriggling his tongue so it lashed the walls of her over-pleasured, needy cunt. The sensation was so intense she instantly changed her opinion on the entire endeavour.

"Yes! Yes! Ravage me with your big tongue you magnificent beast. Don't ever stop!"

The dragon smiled in smug pride around her butt. Her praises fell into unintelligible cries and wails as he stuffed her insides full of his dextrous tongue.