Dragon Mage

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Chapter 5 - The Dragon Mage

Several hours later they lay in each other’s arms, finally sated. Sara rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and wondered at the turn of fate that had brought her to this place. What would she call him now? He had always been Yadoshuri to her, but now it just didn’t seem right.

Settiorine ran his fingers through her hair. “What are you thinking?”

She looked at him and said, “I would have thought you could read my mind.”

“I can,” he replied. “I will not.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, I was wondering what to call you.”

He rose up on one elbow and smiled down at her. “You could call me beloved, or consort, or husband, if you prefer.”

Sara’s eyes went wide. “Husband? You want to marry me?”

He looked down and her and said, “Beloved, I have waited millennia for you and yet I never imagined I would feel this way. I am now complete.”

“But you’re a god,” she said, “How can you be incomplete?”

“I am a lesser god. Eralon could end my existence with a thought. But even so, we all feel the need for a mate to make us whole—it is the way of dragonkind.”

“Dragons mate for life, do they not?” she asked. Settiorine nodded. She closed her eyes. “I am not a god. No matter how long my magic keeps me alive, one day I will die. Then you will be alone.”

Settiorine leaned down and kissed her. “Beautiful Sara. You are worried about me. That is one of the things I love about you.” He caressed her cheek. “Let us enjoy the time that Eralon has given to us. We will face each problem as it comes.” He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Now,” he said with mock sternness, “Say you’ll be my consort or there will be dire consequences.”

She raised an eyebrow, “And what might those be?”

With a wicked gleam in his eye he moved his hands down her body until they rested on her backside. “I will keep you here and make love to you until you say yes.”

“Such terrible consequences,” she said with an impish grin. “You know, I always wanted to ride a dragon. A Bronze dragon offered it once.”

His eyes glittered silver with lust. “There is only dragon you are going ride, beloved, and he is right here.”

Sara kissed him deeply then said. “I will be your consort, my love, for as long as Eralon gives us.”

He moaned softly as she lowered herself onto him. “That is all I ask. Eralon will take care of the rest.


Sara and Settiorine stood on top of the mountains above Ker Deledia and looked out over the vast plains of Pendor. Settiorine was wearing the dark blue tunic again and Sara was dressed in a soft, flowing white gown. “It’s so beautiful,” she said from the shelter of his arms. “It must be amazing to see the world as you see it.”

“Hmm yes,” he replied as he kissed the back of her neck.

She smiled and turned to face him. “You’re not even listening to me,” she chided.

“Well, we did come up here to bond,” he replied, before pressing his lips to her cleavage.

Sara closed her eyes in pleasure for a moment but then said, “How will we bond? Don’t dragons bond in flight?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“But I cannot fly,” she said.

“Would you like to?” he asked.

Sara blinked in surprise. “What? You mean you could turn me into a dragon?”

“Not turn you into a dragon so much as give you the ability to take dragon form, the way I take human form,” he replied. “Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Oh, yes.”

He let go of her and took a step back. “Then it is so.”

Sara felt the change within her. She took a deep breath and focused on the form she wished to take. She felt her body expand and lengthen. Her arms and legs transformed. Wings sprouted, grew, and spread out. Her vision sharpened so she could see now hundreds of miles in the distance. Her hearing became extraordinarily acute; she could hear the cries of the gulls flying over the ocean some thousand miles away. She turned her head and saw that Settiorine had assumed his dragon form, his mithril scales glittering in the bright sunlight. He turned to her and said, “Beautiful in any form.”

“What do I look like,” she asked.

A huge mirror appeared in front of her. At first she recoiled at her appearance. After she recovered from the shock, she took a closer look. She was white from nose to tail except for her own ice blue eyes which looked back at her from the glass. When she moved her wings, the sun glinted off the tips. That was when she saw that every scale on her body had a band of mithril at its edge. Her heart expanded and warmth filled her. Without realizing it, she had chosen him.

Aching need filled her and she leapt off the mountain and took to flight. With a roar of joy, Settiorine followed in pursuit. The pair soared up above the clouds, twisting and turning, delighting in the chase. At last, Settiorine shot straight up and then furled his wings and dove down to her, covering her body with his. Unable to support his weight, Sara began to plummet toward the ground, Settiorine opened the great expanse of his wings and took them both upward. He dug his claws into her and sank his fangs into her shoulder as he entered her. Sara roared as passion overtook her. She felt the magic of their coupling race through her blood and bind them together. Settiorine brought them back to the mountain where they lay entwined in the sun.

“I love you,” Sara whispered.

“And I you, beloved mate,” Settiorine said. “I hope I did not hurt you overmuch.”

Before Sara could answer, a rift opened on the mountain. Settiorine rose up, furled his wings and bowed his head to the ground. Puzzled, Sara stood and found herself face to face with Eralon, god of dragons. Whatever beauty she imagined dragons possessed was embodied in him. His metallic scales reflected all the colors of the rainbow and his eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. She gasped and followed her mate’s example.

“Faithful Settiorine, your patience is rewarded this day. You have chosen well.”

Settiorine lifted his head, “I could ask for no more joy than this, my lord. I am forever grateful.”

Eralon turned his gaze to Sara. “Young Sara Nadran, White Mage of Ranwar. You have many gifts, but among the greatest are your courage and your compassion for others. You have earned the respect of dragonkind the world over. As a token of my gratitude, I offer you this gift—when you grow weary of this world, you may join ours and spend the rest of time with your chosen mate.”

Sara stared at him, her heart full. She could feel Settiorine’s joy flowing over her in waves. She bowed her head and said, “My lord, this is a gift without price. I can only hope that I continue to be worthy of the honor you have given me.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” the dragon god replied. To Settiorine he said, “Honor well the gift you have in her, my friend.”

“I will, my lord,” Settiorine replied. The rift closed and they were left alone once again.

Sara looked at him and said, “Nya Savina doesn’t mean White Mage, does it?”

“No, my consort, it does not,” he replied.

She let out a sob and transformed back to her human form. Settiorine followed suit and took her in his arms. “Beloved, what is wrong?”

Sara shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just that so many wonderful things have happened in one day. I’m having trouble taking it all in.”

He smiled and held her tightly. “It is no more than you deserve. It has just been late in coming.”

Sara laughed. “It seems that I will have a very long time to get used to it.”

“All of time, beloved.”



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