Redux: Lineage

I sat down on the soaked grass with a weary sigh, leaning back against the log just on the edge of the brush as I rested my sword on my knees.

"I'm so happy this thing can't rust," I smirked, looking down at the metal hilt of the kairosteel sword in my grasp. "Or else I'd be right fucked."

"I can imagine," she said, eyeing the blade with an expression of analysis. "It's the same one you used against Heimili, is it not?"

"Yeah," I nodded, unsheathing it and showing off the faint white glow the blade possessed.

"It... it did not do that in Winter's Maw," she commented, walking over to my and placing a fingertip flat on the length of the blade.

"Indeed it didn't," I nodded. "It was quite a lovely gift from High Priestess Jenevive as an attempt to help me in my fight against the Vampires."

"True holy magic..." Svea said in an amazed tone. "Such a rare sight to come across..."

I leaned back against the log, sliding the sword back into its scabbard and looking up at the sky, noting that the sun had definitely gone down behind the clouds and that it must've been anywhere between nine and twelve at night. The constant walking had tired me out, the time of day itself was wearing me down also, and I felt too exhausted to make the hike back to the castle. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, focusing on the feeling of the rapidly-chilling raindrops against my soaked clothing, adding to the already large amount of water coating my skin underneath.

I listened to my own breathing, feeling the rain become nothing more than background noise after a few moments as the sound of my chest rising and falling was the only one I focused on. Well, that was until I got a gentle nudge on the shin from Svea as she placed her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.

"I hope you're not planning on falling asleep here," she said, sounding almost like my mother as she spoke. "You're out in the forest, miles from a safe place, and it's bloody chucking it down."

"I'll be fine," I said, knowing full well I was at risk from a cold-related death. "If you sit down and cuddle up next to me, I'll be even better."

I opened my eyes, smirking playfully at the larger dragoness as she glared at me, soon rolling her eyes and allowing her owned smirk to dance on her lips.

"I suppose there are worst requests you could have made of me," she said, crossing her arms. "But if we're going to set up camp here for the night, I want to at least set up an actual camp."

"We have no tent, no food, the fire's gone out, the wood we could use is very alive and very wet, and I'm not in the mood to sleep inside a moose again," I pointed out.

"Again?" Svea asked.

"Ask Annerose," I said with a wave of my hand. "She'll tell you more."

"I might have to," she said, looking around for a moment. "And those might be a problem, if not for one thing?"

"And what, pray tell, is that one thing?" I asked her.

Svea said nothing, merely snapping her fingers and causing a rather large, rather extravagant-looking tent to appear out of nowhere, already pitched and ready to go.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"Hammerspace," she shrugged. "I have all the things a girl needs on a long journey."

"Oh, really?" Ipurred, bouncing my eyebrows suggestively.

She ignored me once again, snapping her fingers and summoning up a strange-looking set up. It was four wooden posts with a large, resin-coated piece of cloth stretched tightly across them. Underneath it was a long pole, also mounted on wooden posts, only this one was mounted on just two.

"I knew girls had needs, Svea, but isnt the length of that a little unnecessary?" I questioned.

"It's a drying rack, you dolt," she said, reaching behind her and untying something.

I watched her hands move around the middle of her back, only putting together exactly what she was doing when the shoulders of her dress slouched enough to expose the top of her collarbone.

"Now, if you're done with your rude comments and lewd insinuations," she said, dropping the entirety of her dress and revealing nothing more than cloth scraps for underwear covering her heaving tits and wide hips. "I'd like you to strip naked and hang your clothes up to dry."

"Is there any male nightwear in that hammerspace of yours?" I asked as I stood up and removed the short cloak I was wearing.

"No," she shrugged, looking over at the tent and then back to me. "But if it makes you feel any better: there's no female nightwear either."

"That does definitely tickle parts of my fancy," I chuckled, removing the layers of clothing on my upper body and hanging them on the drying rack.

"Odd... I expected a swordsman like yourself to possess more scars," Svea commented, prodding me in the shoulder as she hung her dress on the line... then going to remove the string-and-cloth bra and panties she wore.

"I would if most of my injuries didn't occur about three minutes away from a healer," I shrugged. "A lot of people say scars make you look more fierce... but to me, they're just reminders of mistakes and failures."

"I think you look better without them," she said with a warm smile. "It'd be quite a shame to see a body as nice as yours to be ruined with damage."

As she hung the rest of her underwear on the drying pole, I couldn't help but take a look at her body. Unlike what I'd been expecting, her enormous breasts certainly didn't droop much without the bra support. They were as full and as bouncy as Celestia's, possibly even rivalling them in size. Her crotch was bare, showing off an almost-untouched pussy that she seemed to make no effort to hide.

I felt the only reason why Svea didn't catch my obvious gawking was because she herself was too preoccupied scanning over every muscle ridge and curve of my abdomen, chest, and torso. The hours of weight-lifting and sparring had certainly paid off, as Svea was hooked already without even seeing the 'main attraction' as it were. Knowing that she was thinking about it, I took off my boots and unbuttoned my pants, dropping them down to my ankles and allowing her to stare to her heart's content.

I'd spent a lot of time around women of a promiscuous nature, so they were often well experienced with dicks of many different sizes. I'd gotten so used to women merely smirking or giggling that I'd begun to view my size as the standard for them. It was only when I shacked up with virgins or women that weren't terribly experience did I remember just how enormous I was compared to other men and forgot how impressed many women were with it. And not just large, it came across as downright intimidating, especially to shorter woman.

Svea fell on the former side of the reaction, being more than impressed with the size of it, even as it was cold and unteased. Her staring was obvious and her enjoyment was clear, but the woman made no move to touch, hold, or pay attention attention to it or myself other than staring, so I took that as a message that she didn't have a desire to experience it first hand. That meant I wasn't going to make a suggestion for her to try.

"I have to say, Svea, I expected you to be a little more conservative than this," I said, taking my eyes off her wide hips and thick thighs and looking back up at her beautiful face. "Dragon or not."

"And why's that?" she asked.

"Because we barely know each other, you and I," I stated in a joking fashion. "What would the washer ladies say about you if they saw you dropping down to bare bones with a man after only knowing his name for a few weeks. My goodness, you'd be unfit to wed."

"My knowledge of the human society's approach to sex is rather limited, I've only researched the act between two people in isolated scenarios, but do other people really gossip about sex between couples?" she asked.

"People gossip about everything, Celestia. I've known women that have lost sway in the courts due to them wearing too many rubies on their shoes for what the court knows their financial status to be, thus deeming them to be gaudy and a bid for attention," I shrugged. "It's why I stay out of the courts, ballrooms, and charity events for most situations."

"So you are not only a noble, but also a prince, so ignores their courtly duties?" she asked me.

"Of course. The only skill I have truly mastered is that of shirking work and pushing responsibility onto others," I said, scratching my cheek as I smiled.

"If you dodge all of your responsibilities, then how do you occupy all those extra hours?"

"With very, very naughty practices that are unfit to be spoken of in front of a lady of your stature," I said, turning to the tent and changing the subject. "So... are we getting separate sleeping bags or going top-and-tail in a single, larger one?"

"Well, with a human's heart being in their chest and that being the warmest part of them, I believe the most efficient method of keeping one another warm would be to cuddle up, wouldn't you say?" she asked.

"Nudity, shared beds, and cuddling?" I asked in a faux-shocked manner. "Svea, dear, I hope you're not treating me like one of those rent girls. Next you'll be asking me to kiss you."

"Perish the thought, dear boy," she sniggered, turning to the tent and holding her hand out for me to take. "Do you have a preferred side to sleep on?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Which is?" she asked.

"The back side," I said with a straight first. "Preferably yours."

"Oh, har har," she said, grabbing my wrist and leading me towards the tent. "Come now, young prince. You must get your full eight hours sleep or else you'll be cranky when the morning arrives."

"I'm gonna be cranky if you try to get me out of bed at all, Svea," I responded.

"Then I hope you can dress and eat breakfast while angry, Your Majesty," Svea giggled, leading me towards the large double bed already set up and inside the tent, gently shoving me forwards and watching me from behind. "Go on then, pick a side to sleep on. Preferably the one that isn't my ass."