Tale of a Dragon and His Siren

The siren awaits for his arrival ...head bowed ...eyes downcast a fragile heart, happiness rarely found to last but the Dragon fulfills his victory in his care she feels secure, loved and at peace powerfully embraced by him she finds true release. She quickens at his every footstep body trembles beneath his gaze longing for the sound of the Dragon's praise. With each touch her blood turns to liquid fire in constant thought to fulfill this dragon's deepest desire. beneath the bite of his lash the curves of her body dance her screams, moans, her cries newly become the Dragon's romance. She gives her complete trust an oath she has loudly made willingly captivated by the Dragon's steel blade; cold metal shines bright from the mouth of the dragon the curves of her bod in sight become the Dragon Warrior's delight. He shields it with skill unlike anyone she has known with the warrior's blade of life the Dragon has made her his own. In spirit the Dragon is the one to make her fly under the Dragon's command she will give anything a try. Going back in time would never be the same for she has now felt the searing heat of the Dragon's blazing flame. Her eyes glisten from his touch she longs for the moment to be lost in his eyes so much. To lay peacefully in his arms, silently prays, she now can sleep; for he is in unison with her now she gives unconditional love for him to keep.