Science Fiction Story Aimee 4

I nodded. "Thank you."

"Thank you for being welcome in my home," Ryu said earnestly. "I'll check on you in a while." He stepped off the edge of the ring and vanished, apparently dropping like a stone. I heard a soft 'thwap' of his wing as he landed on the ring where he slept now.

Days and weeks passed by like flashes, Aimee'. I cannot describe the next six months because they are entirely a blur. My skill as a metalsmith garnered me much respect, and Desa suggested I direct at least some of my magical skill in that direction as well. It was probably the most propitious decision I ever made, because the resulting tools I constructed out of alloys of silver and steel accelerated the outpouring of power I could achieve in short times. My nature became more obvious as I crafted my staff, tipped as it was with obvious phallicism. More importantly, the actual working spindles and dildos, made of various alchemical woods, enabled me to reach heights I had never thought possible.

The only aspect of this I have any pride in, however, is my sense. I did not, I don't believe, ever aspire to more power for evil reasons. My desires were pure. I wanted to be a mage; I wanted to be the best. More than once I had an opportunity to grow faster, but at the expense of either Ryuchitoran or Kirustan or another apprentice, and those I would not do.

As the months rolled by, I began to feel the immense sadness that was a part of Ryuchitoran. My senses were being honed by the exercises Desa gave me, and more importantly, they were being honed outwards. A sex mage learns to feel his insides, learns to know every inch of himself and what one should apply where to make those feelings grow and manifest themselves. But Desa had no interest in an apprentice who couldn't see, Aimee', and so forced me into physical exercises to maintain my strength but also to make me aware of the world about me. That is why he began teaching me combat.

Those were interesting times, Aimee', to have youthful Dragonkin, man shaped, fighting me. Hand to hand, with sticks, and then with swords, I learned how to see my opponent, how to hear him and how to smell him. Six months is not a long time, but it was enough to make me aware of Ryu.

The cheerfulness was facade', Aimee', for inside he was truly hurting. His rejection at the hands of his peers was often more than he could bear, and I would hear him sob in the night, whether as a way to sleep or something from his dreams, I did not know. In the six months I spent with him, rarely did he have Dragon visitors. Once, Desa came to visit us in his full dracoform, and the difference between the two of them was bewildering. Desa was fully three times as broad and four long compared to Ryu. I started to understand Ryu's pain. None of his visitors was evidently a lover.

It was in the eighth month, as the snows began to lighten up and the sun returned more often, that I asked Desa permission to study beyond my ken.

"What are you seeking?" he asked.

"I want to research the library to learn how to look at the origin of a creature."

Desa looked understandably concerned. "The alchemy of life is one of the most difficult sciences known, young Darynn. What are you seeking?"

"I want to know what makes a creature large or small."

He nodded. "His tears get to you, too."

"I can bear it, sir, but not forever. He will die without help."

"And you think you can help him."

"I can look for an answer."

Desa paused, thinking. "Very well. I want to know every detail of your research. In this science, if you cast even a cantrip I want to know about it. Understand?"

I nodded.

Four months more before I could take it no more. From my sleep the sounds of crying roused me. You have never heard a Dragon cry, Aimee', but describing it is beyond me. It's a great roaring sound, unmistakable in its sadness and unbelievable in its depth. I threw aside my bedclothes and leapt off the edge of the ring, flying down one ring level to Ryu's sleeping dish. A bowl, set into the material of the ring and layered in cushions, provided him a comfortable bed.

I dropped to my knees. "Ryu," I said softly. It was drowned out in the crying. "Ryu," I repeated louder. Finally I reached out and touched him. "Ryu!"

[WHAT?] That voice punched into my soul with incredible power, stunning me and tossing me back against the floor. "Darynn!"

Weakly, I managed to say, "Hi... Ryu."

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You..." I sat up and brushed myself off. "You were crying, and it wouldn't let me sleep." I assessed myself. I was still intact.

He looked away. "I'm sorry if my dreams bother you."

I leaned over and touched his wing. "I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do?"

He looked up at me, his eyes still wet from the crying. "You're an invert too, aren't you, among your kind?"

"It took you this long to figure it out?" I asked.

"The ways of humans are still strange, but I don't want to be insulting. What are you... " Imagination is not the most disciplined part of us, Aimee'. I'm afraid that staring at him, in his bed, conjured up those dreams and pictures I had not had in nearly a year. "Do you really look at me that way?"

Understand, Aimee', that Ryu had never intentionally invaded my imagination. I am simply most obvious in my imaginings when they are erotic, and he is apparently at his most undisciplined when he has just woken up. Together the combination was the undoing of my secrecy. I had to say something. "Yes. Sometimes."

"I..." He paused again. "I don't know what to say. Is it physical, or are you really attracted to me?"

"Physically, I am attracted to Dragons, and you in particular, because with you my fantasies are most possible. Emotionally... Ryu, you have been very kind to me, and have tried hard to hide your suffering. I do feel for you, and I would like to help you. I think of "But you couldn't... love me."

I smiled and stroked his wing slowly. "Ryu, sometimes I forget that you are three times my elder when you have moments like this. I could love you. It wouldn't last forever, because you are a Dragon and I am human and eventually we will be on our different paths to different worlds."

"But... you really think you could love me?"

"Sometimes I think I already do." That came out of my mouth so fast I didn't have time to stop it. I controlled my own surprise and continued calmly, "I only think. It takes more than one-sided lust to make love happen."

He didn't move for a moment, then nodded his prodigious head slowly. "It wouldn't work anyway," he said. "You humans have that mouth thing we Dragons could never do."

"There is a lot more to loving than kisses, Ryu." I decided the time to be bold had come. I eased into his sleeping bowl and slid down to lie next to his body. "There is touching." I began to caress his impressive chest slowly. His hide wasn't nearly as hard and thick as I had feared, and it was apparently just as sensitive to touch as my own. The sounds from his throat would have been threatening if I hadn't been able to feel the pleasure coming from him.

I decided on what is, perhaps, the most common seduction there is. I gave him a massage. He cooed softly as I worked. I had plenty of experience in this range, since Thom had been such a demanding master sometimes when it came to his own pleasure.

I learned a great deal about the outside bodies of Dragons. I did not use any of the cantrips Desa had warned me about, learning instead simply by touch, feel, and sense. At times he would shift in his bed in response to my touch. His strength excited me. Through my bedclothes my erection was plainly visible, and I knew he could feel it when I leaned over.

He never said a word, and by the time I had eased all the tension out of him from his dreams and probably the fear of what I offered, he had drifted off to solid sleep. Exhausted by my efforts, I realized that I had made one of the cardinal errors of magic; I had used everything in relaxing him. I was too tired to fly back to my own bed.

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