The Awakening
[timeline: companion piece to Otherworld 3: Tala, Chapter 16]
Jaal went through the door of the Black Tower, locking it behind her. As she walked down the passage to the cavern where the Blue Dragon lie sleeping, she chanted the words to the Waking Spell softly, her hands making the corresponding signs in the air. She was dressed in a long black robe, its hood covering her black hair, and the long dolman sleeves of the robe swung with the movement of her hands. As she neared the Dragon, her voice grew louder, until she was nearly shouting. Jaal stopped abruptly and stood silent, watching the sleeping Dragon carefully.
After a few moments, the very tip of a blue tail twitched and then a claw scraped across the rock. Slowly, dragging himself up through centuries of sleep, the Great Dragon began to awake. Two huge dark blue wings stretched for the first time in a thousand years and cramped muscles came alive. Two large eyes opened and the Dragon looked directly at the tiny figure robed in black who stood only a few feet in front of him. A fire began to burn in those golden eyes and when he lifted his head, wisps of smoke escaped from his nostrils.
Jaal began to softly chant the second spell and the Dragon's massive head began to sway like a cobra's head before its strike. He exhaled noisily, never taking his eyes off of the sorceress.
She slowly removed the robe revealing a voluptuous nude body covered with a complex drawing of a dragon and many other runes and symbols. Silver adornments and pearls had been fastened to her body with tree sap; their purpose to draw his eye to her body and the spells painted on it. She had spent many hours drawing those paintings on herself with the use of mirrors and paints mixed with her own blood and more private fluids.
For nearly an hour she chanted, and the Dragon never stopped his swaying head nor did he take his eyes off of her. Finally the Dragon's form blurred and he changed into his human form. In place of the huge Blue Dragon that had filled the cavern was a tall blond man with deep blue eyes. His nude body was fair and his yellow hair reached a little past his shoulders. He smiled at the beauty of her body and then he used his power to mesmerize her.
That was what she had been waiting for. Jaal's spell was designed to turn his own power against him and the Dragon was enchanted instead of her. She moved to him and around him, still chanting, touching him as she circled, moving her hands over him. She lightly touched his arms, his shoulders, then slid her hands over his back and over his chest. Her hands went lower on the third turn, touching his rear, his hips, and his sex. His eyes followed her, just beginning to glaze. Each touch, each caress deepened the spell she was weaving, and soon a tiny whimper escaped his lips. She brushed his mouth with her fingertips, then kissed him lightly. Her fingers brushed across his nipples and he held his breath for a moment. She nibbled on his mouth, then trailed her lips over his cheek to his earlobe. Jaal licked the curves of his ear and he gave a little shiver of pleasure. As her mouth caressed his head, her hands teased his nipples and soon they stood hard on his chest. She bent down and took a rigid nub in her teeth and bit it lightly. The Dragon closed his eyes and moaned. She licked a circle around it, then moved to his other nipple and teased that one.
Holding his hips for balance, she completed a trail of kisses that went from his chest down to his navel, licking around it and dipped her tongue into the shallow indentation for a second, then she trailed still further down. She kissed the blond hair that curled above his shaft, and her hand cupped his balls, cradling them as she lifted. He spread his legs apart and she began to massage them, moving the twin spheres inside their loose pouch. Her mouth moved to his shaft and licked a circle around the velvet head. He responded instantly to her attention and his shaft lengthened and lifted. She used her other hand to hold his shaft steady and continued to tease the tip, her tongue flickering across the tiny hole like the beat of a butterfly's wing. Crystal drops formed and then fell, creating glistening trails down the length of his engorged shaft.
Jaal stood up and immediately the Dragon grabbed her, pulling her to him. He lifted her heavy breasts in his hands and bent down to suck the hard nipples. As he sucked, his hard shaft pressed against her, seeking entrance. He pulled one leg up to circle his hips, opening her wide, and found what he was searching for. With a deep moan of need, he plunged into her, none too gently. The Dragon took her and filled her in one hard motion.
As he pumped her, his mouth found hers and hungrily devoured it. His hands were all over her body, stroking and rubbing, but he never lost his pounding rhythm. And when he climaxed for the first time in a millennia, his cry echoed through the cavern.
His trembling legs began to give out and Jaal moved him so that he was lying on the ground, spread before her. She knelt between his legs, fondling his balls while she licked his velvet tip. When he was ready, she straddled him, and took him once again. And then another time. She needed the Dragon exhausted before she could do the final part of the spell. She needed him emptied. She reached to her voluminous robe, which she had left purposely within her grasp, into one of its many hidden pockets, and brought forth a device that came from the Human World, but which she had procured in the Demon World. At one end there was a two-inch long, one-inch wide egg-shaped black device with a long wire attached to a small black box at the other end with two red buttons. The device was incredibly simple -- you pressed the "on" button and the egg vibrated. She pressed it into the small, pink opening between his cheeks, pushing it in deeply. Then she pressed the button.
The Dragon cried out in surprise, and then began to moan as the vibrations rippled through his body. His penis began to harden and enlarge. When he was ready, she moved on top of him, nestling his swollen length deep inside of her body, and she rode him as he writhed in his passion. His semen spurted into her again and again as the vibrations kept him climaxing over and over. Finally, even with the vibrator, the Dragon could no longer respond and lay there exhausted. Jaal removed the egg and moved off of him.
She let him rest for less than an hour, then aroused him and stroked his penis awake. He groaned a protest, but she placed a finger on his lips to silence him. She pulled him to his feet and he leaned heavily on a nearby rock, tired beyond belief. Jaal began to chant the final part of the spell.
For her spell to continue to work, the Dragon needed to be always aware of his need for her, just as the Black Dragon Rhu had been always aching for her father, Jodah. The demon mage always kept Rhu nude and erect, stroking him whenever the Dragon's penis faltered. Since Jaal needed her Dragon to be clothed, so she would have to go another route.
Reaching into another deep pocket in her voluminous robe, she took out soft leather bindings and a soft suede sleeve. She fastened the sleeve over his stiff penis, lacing the bindings tightly, so that only the head was uncovered. Using another set of bindings, she wrapped these around his balls and tied them tight. She took the final binding strip and fastened the center of it to the top of the sleeve that held his penis and then trailed the two ends over each of his hips and tied these around his waist.
These straps would keep his penis tight against his stomach while the others kept his balls swollen and aching for release, but never allowing it.
She stood him up on shaky legs, exhausted from his awakening, and now painfully aware of his swollen sex. Near the entrance to the cavern, Jaal had hidden a package earlier that day, which she now opened. Clothes were in it, especially made for her Dragon. She helped him dress, white shirt and trousers, which unfortunately showed everything, from the perfect shape of his erection to the bulge of his swollen balls. She added a tunic and a cloak, which hid the aching need between his legs from sight. There was also a helmet, with a blue dragon design on it.
"You are mine," she said, speaking to him for the first time in the long night, "My name is Jaal. Do you understand?"