The noise was enough to reach Swyena half a mile up, listening from upon her mount as Dumin beat his massive black wings against the air. She smiled as the birds began to go silent, intimidated by his dark silhouette against the blush of dawn. She had slept in her saddle the night before, exhausted after leaving the earth fetish of the battlegrounds soaked in blood. The king of Haedell had called for the Dragonbrides, begging the aid of their mounts against the unsurmountable hordes of rebels that had backed him into a corner, lead by his own former general. The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions, thousands of former anime farmers given arms and training that was sufficient to lead them to victory in battle after battle against the professional soldiers of the Royal Army. They had not had a chance against Dragon Riders, but they had fought bravely until the bitter end regardless. Such struggles always left Swyena tired, not least from how her heart had beat rapidly in terrified exhilaration during every moment of combat, despite how safe she had been from swords and lances, high upon Dumin's back. The dragon was the only real fighter of the pair, unlike some brides who prided themselves on being as dangerous on the ground as their mounts were in the air. Having to associate with her fellowship had also been tiring - there had been endless questions in every spare moment about where she had been before the call, why she had not been seen practically once since her apprenticeship had ended. Hearing them drill her on every detail, one would have thought they were a group of fretting aunts in some village, as opposed to a circle of equals flying miles above a battle. Able to slip away when it was clear the battle was concluding, Swyena had directed Dumin to fly low, then slumped against his warm, sleek neck, and the japanese sound of his wings and heart both beating had quickly lulled her to sleep Where they were now in relation to where she had been, she did not know. She had the training and cartoon equipment to find out, and even better, there was a talisman in her saddle bags that would simply tell her what distance and angle she was from Sunspawn, the home of the Dragonbrides and the largest dragon nest in the world. She did not bother with either. Alone with Dumin was how she liked to be. Scanning the terrain below, Swyena took in the lay of the land. Glaciers had carved rolling hills thick into the land, and there was not a clearing of decent size to be seen. This did not trouble her much - Dragons could fly for days without landing, and Dragonbrides were given training to let them stay in the saddle for just as long. Despite spending two days and nights upon Dumin, she did not ache, her strong legs strapped against the drake's shoulders and saddlebags full of provisions resting behind her on his sturdy spine. Idly scratching at Dumin's small scales, she took the time to eat and wash, a skin of soaped water and a cloth coming out of her bags to clean with. Going to sleep after battle meant she was still in her battle garb, a vest and chaps of thick polished leather strapped over her regular clothes, with an oval of layered steel over her chest. All they did was protect the parts of her not protected hentai by Dumin's body, save her arms and face, from arrows and shrapnel. She took them off first, the panels of leather and steel folding up compact to fit inside her bags. Next she removed her tight linen shirt, and finally she undid the buttons down the sides of her legs that allowed her to strip off her pants without removing herself from the saddle. Nude now, with the warming air of the new day streaming through her short brown hair and across her evenly tanned skin, she began to rub herself with the cloth after damping it with the skin of soapy water. It was cold from the night, and as she slid the rough fabric across her breasts, her pale nipples grew erect. She sighed softly, trying not to let her thoughts stray as she finished washing. Her saddle was waterproof, for riding through the rain and for washing as she was now, but Dumin was sensitive to her scent, and might try to land if she grew too excited. It was a secret among the Dragonbrides that their name was more than a boastful title, as most outside the order assumed. The process of their recruitment was highly selective, and no girl that would spill the secrets of their position was ever chosen to become one of the few hundred in the world that could ride upon a dragon's back. 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