D'nar
***

D'nar had watched the large white dragon take off for Daere Warren only
moments before the midnight blue Kirimith trumpeted her challenge and he
began to feel the heat of Porthios' chase. The tall blonde man followed the
rest of the hopeful to where the young woman struggled with some inner
turmoil.

Even as she fought to stay away from them, she taunted them, caught up in
the fire that was consuming her dragon. D'nar watched as her dark blue hide
flashed in front of his eyes. He reached out his claws knowing he would
have her. Then in a final burst of speed he felt the warm body underneath
him, and he instinctively wrapped his wings around her, even as she tried
one last time to escape, one hand grabbing tightly to a lock of his thick
blonde hair.

He picked her up, his teeth already nibbling at her neck as she panted,
scratching and biting at him.

**

Finally coming to rest in a well concealed cove a short distance form the
warren, he dropped her to the ground and began to removed her clothes. She
pushed at him a bit as his lips made a hot trail from her neck down to her
now exposed breasts.

He groaned as Porthios tackled the female as they landed among the hills
outside the Warren. D'nar's desire matched his dragon's as he managed to
removed the last remaining remnants of clothing she had on. His mouth
traced yet another trail from her hardened nipples on down to her inner
thigh and the back of her knee, and then back up again.

Suddenly he felt himself pushed back forcefully. He looked at her in
surprise and saw her watching him. In her eyes the dragon's heat burned
fiercely, but in her heart a battle raged. D'nar breathed in deeply as he
felt Porthios take his prize. Then he closed his eyes trying to clear his
head a bit from the dragon's passion.

Then he felt her lips on his. He opened his eyes to see the young woman
straddle him, as her dragon's passion won out over her own apprehension. 

**

D'nar lay beside the young woman, exhausted and ready for sleep on the soft
ground. He most likely would have fallen asleep had he not become aware of
a quiet crying from his partner. He pushed himself up on one elbow,
"Minty?" he asked quietly.

The sound of his voice made her cry even harder. "Oh gods, Minty .. I ..
I'm sorry." He said laying a hand on her shoulder. She jumped away as if
burned. Then she quickly gathered her clothes, desperately pulling them on.
She refused to look at him. As she ran out deeper into the wooded area. 

D'nar jumped up, grabbing up his pants and moving to follow her. "Minty,
wait," he called.

Regards,
D'nar & Porthios



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Kris & Scott Gant
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