Dragonâs Lair || Multi-Roleplay & Roleplay-With-Me
The brief moment in Smaugs arms was like the comforting warmth of a newly lit cauldron. It made his already drowsy mind fuzzy with unidentified feelings. It was all so surreal. Here he was in the embrace of a fire drake, clinging on to him like a child. Bilbo felt slightly embarrassed but he couldnât stop himself from enjoying the moment. He nuzzled his face into Smaugs chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled musky of smoke and fire, it was intoxicating and Bilbo took the liberty to press his forehead against Smaugs muscles. The hobbit knew it was too late to turn back now. But he couldnât shut out the small voice in his head telling him that this was a bad idea. One part of him screamed at him to grab the Arkenstone and get the hell out of here. And then there was this small whispering feeling in his chest, coaxing him to enjoy the moment and stay. The stone floor was cold compared to the smoldering heat of the dragon. And Bilbo got the chills just by sitting on it. He watched Smaug as the reached up to pick one of golden mushrooms, they looked much like those growing back in The Shire. The memory of his old home made his stomach twist in a uncomfortable knot and Bilbo tried his best not to think about it. Smaugs body was like a piece of art, his jawline, his collarbone, his stomach, everything to the smallest scale on his back. All perfectly inline with the red wings on his back. Bilbo was too embarrassed to look when Smaugs eyes were fixed on him, but as soon as they left he took the liberty to take in every single detail, he was truly magnificent. When Smaug offered Bilbo the mushroom he was more than happy to oblige, as he took a bite his lips accidently touched Smaugs warm hand. But Bilbo couldnât care, they had already kissed and he found the warmth quite pleasing and he let his mouth linger just a bit too long and his gaze fixed on Smaug, whispering, hinting, inviting⌠He had to admit, it was a foul moveâŚMaybe. 'What on middle earth am I doing?'
The mushrooms didnât taste that bad, a little murky but he figured they would taste delicious with a bit of spices..perhaps in a soup or a stew..Maybe he could cook for Smaug? Though, this was not the time to think about food. "Itâs good, a little murky but quite alright." Bilbo looked up with a faint smile on his face, his thoughts were still entirely focused on Smaug. He looked up at the dragon, his eyes looked so much more intense in the dimmer light, powerful, menacing, and it made his mouth go dry⌠"Uhm..T-thank you, I appreciate it."
As warm lips closed around his fingers, Smaug started to feel really frustrated. What was this little creature doing to him? A cleft tongue licked his lips as he watched Bilbo chew the mushroom slowly and carefully, like it was something that was about to break...
He wondered if he was aware of the effect he caused the reptile, just by sitting there; digging his teeth deeper down in the spongy nutrition-bomb. How on earth could he find that taste so pleasing..?Â
Yet again, he wasn't a dragon.
This was absurd. How provoked he got by just watching, seeing, observing...Â
"I sure hope it's good enough for you, my little one. I could've gotten you something better... Something more... Alive. But then again, I didn't really expect you."Â
He leaned forward to intensely stare into the forest green, the moss and the leafs - eyes that reflected so much.Â
"That is not a bad thing, thief, for I have waited so long for something to change this monotonous life of mine. And here you are - the smallest something I could imagine - and I could not be happier. "
Hands burned to touch, he could simply not restrain himself anymore. Smaug peered deep inside those round eyes one last time before he shut his own ones and leaned in a little more to connect their lips, grab Bilbo's hands tightly.
He needed him right there, on that pile of gold with mushroom and gemstones spread all around them - it did not matter in the greedy drake's mind, all he could care and focus on was his newfound treasure.Â
A treasure he was willing to keep and protect for as long as his wings could carry him.
The taste of sweet lips, and as the hobbit had said - murkiness - was as enchanting as the most powerful magic in the world. Oh, but that is right... The most powerful magic in the world was love after all.
Was this... Love?Â
He did not know for sure. All he knew was the ticking heartbeats from the creature below - his rosy skin and his warm body that screamed for him to touch him. At least in Smaug's eyes.Â
"I am so sorry burglar, but I am afraid I simply can't resist you..."Â













