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Owena   Owena means –born to nobility; young warrior                           Pronunciation: O-ən-a

Terrwyn               The Welsh name Terrwyn means - valiant                     Pronunciation: (TER wyn)

HEDDWYN         Hedwyn means - friend of peace and blessings Derived from the Welsh elements hedd "peace" and gwyn "white, fair, blessed".                                                                                Pronunciation: (HETH win)

The Division Bell

Chapter 7

The Division Bell

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

The taste was sweeter

The nights of wonder

With friends surrounded

The dawn mist glowing

The water flowing

The endless river

Forever and ever

The swirl of green flames died, and Katie stepped out of the large hearth into the Ministry. A moment later Adrian was by her side. “Smile, this is a good day,” he said.

“Huh, what?”

“You look so serious, lighten up,” he laughed.

“It’s a big deal, Adrian,” she said as they walked up to the lifts.

“Yeah, it is, but we want this,” he said as he pushed the call button.

She smiled. Yes, we do. Her arm slid around his waist. “I love you.”

He smirked and her heart soared. “I love you, too,” he said, and pulled her into a kiss.

The lift opened and they heard a man clear his throat. There was a pause, and then they heard, “Excuse me, please.”

The lift chimed and then the voice announced, “Level One, Minister’s Office, Assistant to the Minister, offices for Auror department, Foreign Relations, Goblin Relations, and Muggle Relations.”

Padma Patil looked up from her overflowing desk when Katie and Adrian walked up to it. She smiled at her D.A. compatriot. “Good morning, Katie, Adrian.” Her eyes drifted down to their clasped hands and back up. Padma’s smile broadened. “What’s new?”

“Got a meeting with the boss,” said Adrian.

“Yeah, he’s expecting you, but…a…” She looked at their hands again.

Katie giggled and patted Padma’s hand. “Later.”

“Okay, spoilsports, go on in.”

Kingsley rose from his chair when they entered his office. “Katie, Adrian, welcome back.” He motioned for them to take the chairs in front of his desk. “Please.”

“Thank you, Minister,” said Adrian. “You have our report from the Dragon Reserve and our findings?”

“Yes, and call me Kingsley, Adrian.” he laughed. “You’re the only one in the office who doesn’t.”

Adrian smiled at the minister. “Yes sir, it will be difficult, though. I’ve been schooled in propriety and proper manners my whole life. It’s a hard habit to break.”

“I’m sure you’ll learn.” Kingsley opened the file on his desk. “So you solved their little mystery.” His eyebrows rose and he smiled. “And I read with great pleasure that we don’t have to look for Delores Umbridge and Augustus Rookwood any longer.” He rubbed his chin and chuckled. “Let’s see, how did you put it again, Katie? Ah, here it is. ‘Delores Umbridge and Augustus Rookwood were captured in possession of stolen eggs and a chick from the dragon reserve. Upon return to the reserve they attempted escape and, unfortunately,’” he stopped, laughed, and then composed himself. “’Ran afoul of the dragons.’” He laughed harder. “Beautifully said. Mind if I use that when I interview with the Prophet about this?”

Katie nodded. “Not at all, thank you, sir.”

“I assume there’s no evidence of them left?”

Adrian laughed. “Scorch marks.”

“Well, excellent,” said Kingsley. “Charlie Weasley sent me an owl this morning; I suspect you’re here about that too?”

“Yes, Min… Kingsley,” said Adrian. “We are.”

The minister looked at his two best agents. It would be a blow to the department to lose them, but he had planned for it. He chuckled to himself as he looked at their clasped hands, that part had taken far longer than he thought it would. “Transferring to the dragon reserve, that’s a big step. You’re sure?”

Katie smiled at her friend. “Yes, Kingsley, very. You see, they’ve made us their Marshalls.”

Two nights earlier, Katie and Adrian had stood in the middle of the common field. Nearly the entire population of the reserve was there. For three weeks after the downfall of Umbridge and Rookwood, Katie and Adrian had stayed at the reserve, “wrapping up,” they had told the Minister. The reality was that they didn’t want to leave. Katie made her visits to Cho and Oliver; Adrian, with Charlie’s help, had reinforced the wards at the boundaries of the reserve, they both had written brief reports on the outcome of the assignment, and they had shared a final flight with Asgre and Kaddyl. Now a fire blazed in the center of a rocky pit; around it were gathered the Dragon friends, and around them were gathered most of the Kind.

There was a murmuring and shuffling as Charlie walked to the fire and stood on a taller rock before it. He cast Sonorous on his voice and called to the assembled Humans and Dragons. “My Friends, Asgre, the Dilys Banon and keeper of the sacred flame, calls us to assemble.” He turned to Asgre. “Dilys Banon, we have come at your summons. The council and the Friends are here at your service.”

Asgre regarded him with obvious care, and then she gazed upon Katie and Adrian with the same expression of fondness. The great green dragon reared on her hind legs and spread her wings wide. All around her the others of the Kind did the same. Then Asgre began to sing. The other dragons kept up a background drone while Asgre’s voice carried over it all. Deep basses came from the males while lilting overtones and harmonies came from the females. As the song shook the valley, Asgre’s meaning took shape in the minds of the humans.

A wrong was done

A right was needed

A future was lost

A child was taken

To us came new friends

With bright minds and brave hearts

They learned our ways and shared our love

And found the future we thought lost

Now our new friends would return

to places far from Friend and Kind

But I, Dilys Banon,

would claim you for my own

New friends, stay, and become our marshals

Guard our home and be our friends eternal.

The song faded in echoes bouncing throughout the valley. Charlie stepped forward. “The Dilys Banon has chosen you for her own. Will you accept? Will you stay and become the guardians of our home and Kind, and our avengers when we are wronged?”

Katie looked at Adrian. She thought this was going to be a goodbye celebration. She’d had no idea they would ask this of her and Adrian, but she knew what her answer would be.

He smiled at her. “We will be honoured to accept,” he told Charlie.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was as unlike his predecessors as possible. They would have fought very hard against losing two highly prized Aurors and investigators, but not Kingsley. “I’ll be happy to sign the transfer, Adrian, Katie.” He smiled at them across his desk. “I put you two together for a reason; glad it worked.”

Katie looked at him, stunned. “You set us up?”

“Well… yes,” he laughed. “I want to see all of you who fought in the battle,”-he turned and looked at Adrian- “and those who could have fought on the other side but chose better, to do well. There’s been far too much sadness, far too much loss. I’m glad you found something.”

“Thank you, Kingsley,” said Katie. “Neville says there are plenty to take our place. I hope that’s true.”

“It is, but I do wish Mr. Longbottom would have consented to work for us, at least for a little while. He’s a natural leader; you don’t find that every day.”

Katie smiled at the Minister. “Well, he’s going to be a father soon, so I think that time has passed.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Kingsley said, and picked up the stack of parchments on his desk. “As has yours. Clean out your office and go back to Wales.”

They stood to leave and Kingsley shook their hands. “Thank you both, you’ve done well. Now get out of here and go play with Charlie’s dragons.”

“Yes, sir,” said Katie with a smile and opened the door to leave.

She stepped out to say hello to Padma, and Kingsley quietly spoke. “Adrian.”

He turned and looked at the Minister. “Yes, sir?”

The older man looked out the doorway at the two young women exchanging laughter and gossip, and he smiled knowingly at his younger friend. “Well done.”

Their office, such as it was, was one small room off a dead end hallway on the fifth floor. The only up side was that Katie and Adrian got to see Harry Potter frequently when they were in their office, as his was three doors down. Adrian undid their sealing wards and opened the door. The room held one large partner desk, the walls were papered with notes and reports, and the desk was piled high with the same.

“Same old shithole,” said Katie over his shoulder, and then she brushed by him into the little room.

“Yes, but it was our shithole,” said Adrian. He closed the door and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “Kind of sad, leaving here, lots of memories.”

Adrian grinned. He’d had an idea earlier. “Care to make a last one?” He flicked his wand over his shoulder and the door sealed. A second series of flicks and the mass of parchments and papers on the desk top stacked themselves and then flew into a cabinet. Adrian wrapped his arms around her from behind and gently pushed Katie against the now bare desk. He kissed her neck. “I always fantasized about fucking you here. You have no idea how many times I had a raging hard-on sitting across from you.”

She turned in his arms to face him. “Did you?”

“Yes,” he said, and kissed her. “Just like now.” His hands slid up under her robes and cupped her beast through her shirt. He thumbed the nipple and it hardened. His other hand caressed her thigh as it moved up under her skirt to her dampening knickers. “I’m still going from that last flight, how about you?”

Katie smiled wickedly, pulled her wand, and did the silencing spell on the door. “Well, as you were so understanding about Cho and Oliver,”- she spun him around and shoved him onto the desk –“And you’ve chosen me and the Kind over career and ambition,”- she flicked her wand and manacles sprang out of the surface of the desk and bound his hands. At the same instant another set of shackles bound his ankles to the desk legs. “You’ve earned your fantasy,” she said, and banished his clothes. He was already well hard when she took him into her mouth.

Adrian looked down into her eyes. “Vixen.”

Katie hummed an “Um hum” around him then transformed her wand into a fox tail. She stroked his chest with it, then his legs, and then she brought it up to gently stroke his balls, all the while sucking and tugging him. When he was starting to twitch she released him and stood. “Not yet,” she said, and turned her back to him. Her clothes vanished and she backed into him.

When Katie started rubbing her arse up and down against him, Adrian almost lost control. His cock was wedged between her perfect arse cheeks, and she was squeezing them against his stiff rod. Her hand appeared between her legs; she grasped his cock, and pushed herself onto it. “Oh, fuck, Katie,” he said. The chains clicked as he strained against them.

Katie laughed and wiggled her arse like she had seen the hula girls do in Hawaii, a slow circle with a sway of the hips from side to side. His groan of pleasure made her giggle. She rocked forward and then back and his cock stretched her again. It was her turn to groan. “Oh, yes. Fuck, Katie, this looks so good.” Adrian looked down at her arse sliding back and forth on his cock and was enraptured. Her hair spread out across her back, her tan lines defining a sharp contrast between ivory and brown, the glistening of her juices on his cock and her curls, the moans leading to squeals, and her hands grasping and clutching behind her on his hips brought him to an explosive orgasm. “Gods, Katie, I’m coming.” Katie took one hand from his hips and diddled her clit when she felt his warmth spill into her. A few moments later she was squealing and coming herself.

“Can you banish the hardware?” Adrian asked when his breathing resumed a somewhat normal pace.

Katie laughed and collapsed onto the floor, his come dribbling out in puddle under her bum. “Yuck, I’m sticky,” she said and waved her wand at the chains binding Adrian.

“I’ll get that for you,” Adrian said. He picked up his wand, helped her to her feet, and Scourgified her arse.

Katie laughed and summoned their clothes back into existence. Adrian wriggled and straightened his pants under his trousers. “They never come back exactly right.”

“I don’t have any problems,” Katie said, and drew her fingers over his chin and kissed him.

“You don’t have testicles.”

“Too true, my love,” she said, and lifted the silencing and locking spells.

It was then that they heard the voices in the hall.

“You know I love you, and that’s not the point.” Katie and Adrian both recognized Harry Potter’s voice.

“Then what is the point?” another male voice said.

“I am not going to another family dinner with those two until they can be civil,” said Harry.

“Mum promises there will be no more incidents like last month.”

“They pulled their wands!”

There was a huff. “Well…”

“At the dinner table!”

“Listen, Hermione started it with her pithy little comment on the announcement of the next baby.”

“Lavender did not have to shoot back with ‘Well, I suppose one Weasley cock is as good as another with you!’”

The other voice softened. “Harry, Mum will kill them if they get out of hand again, you know that. Come on, Love.”

“All right, but only to get that Percy pout off your face.”

There was the sound of a kiss and a door closing. Katie and Adrian looked at each other and giggled as quietly as they could for several minutes.

“Oh, that’s too funny,” Katie said when she could talk. “Good thing we keep secrets well.”

“Well, it’s good that I can. A lot of my housemates would be yelling this from the rooftops.” He laughed. “You know they say there are two kinds of Slytherins, grey dragons and black serpents.” He smiled. “I always thought I was a dragon. Glad I was right. You know I think Pan…” –a look of humorous panic appeared on his face- “Oh, shit!”

“What?”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “Pansy.”

“She is going to be supremely hacked!” Adrian said as they approached the Hog’s Head.

“Yeah, I’ll do something nice for her,” Katie sniggered to herself and shook her head. “I can’t believe we forgot about her.”

“Well, we did have a rather exciting last four months,” said Adrian.

“I suppose, but still… hey look, Ab’s hung the sign correctly.” She pointed to the carved wooden sign bearing the Hog’s Head name and symbol. “Have to take the mickey for that.”

“Swept the landing too,” said Adrian as he grabbed the door handle. When he opened it, they simply stood in the door way, stunned. The pub was cleaner than they’d ever seen it. The windows gleamed, the floor was clean and polished, the tables had actual cloths on them, and the glasses behind the bar sparkled. But the biggest difference was in the large man that greeted them. Aberforth was wearing a fine set of dark brown robes, his beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was combed and tied back. Katie was struck by the resemblance between him and his elder brother. She’d never seen it this clearly before.

“Adrian! Katie!” The large man called from behind the bar. “Where have you been keeping yourselves?”

“Hey, Ab,” Katie said. She and Adrian walked to the bar and looked around the pub in wonder. “What the hell happened in here?”

Aberforth laughed. “Pansy!” He laughed again. “Woman’s been on a tear for the last few months.” He looked at them appraisingly. “Someone cast one hell of a sobriety charm on her. She tried very hard to undo it, but she couldn’t. I even tried a few weeks ago, wouldn’t budge.”

Katie blushed. “Yes, umm, where is she?”

“In the back,” said Aberforth. “When we redid the front out here, a lot of our regulars were a bit put out, so we cleared the old storage room in the back and set up a less spiffy, less lit room for them.”

“Do I smell food?” Adrian asked.

“Yeah, hired a cook,” he said with pride. “Just pies, sandwiches, soup and the like, but it seems to bring ‘em in, plus there’s the shrine.” He pointed across the room to the hearth.

A brass plaque above the hearth read,

On this spot on October Nine, Nineteen Ninety Five

Harry Potter convened the first meeting of Dumbledore’s Army.

“I remember,” Katie said softly. “What made you put it up?”

“Pansy again. Said it would bring in more customers. She even got Hermione up here for the dedication.” He looked around the pub at the tables filled with customers. “It worked. Made the society pages in the Prophet and everything.” He looked at them with a gleam in his eye, leaned in, and whispered, “Good thing they don’t know an actual founding member of the D.A. is here, you’d be mobbed.”

The chime over the door announced another customer. Aberforth looked over at the man coming in the doorway and sniggered. “Here’s another surprise for you.” The man was followed into the pub by several more people.

He was tall, well dressed, and he walked directly up to them. “Hi Ab, where’s Pansy?”

“In the back, Stan,” Aberforth answered. It was then that Katie recognized him.

“Stan? Stan Shunpike?” she asked.

“Yeah?” he said “I know you?”

She looked at him in wonder. His hair was cut and combed, his suit was spotless, and most importantly, someone with real skills had cast the acnius evapus on his face. His spots were completely gone. He actually looked quite good. “Katie Bell, I’ve ridden the bus a few times.”

He smiled, and she saw his teeth were perfect too. “Well, it was a pleasure to have you ride with us, I’m sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m looking for my girlfriend.”

He made to leave and Katie spluttered, “Pansy is your girlfriend?”

Stan smiled wide. “Yeah, know her, do you?”

Adrian chuckled. “You could say that.”

As Stan made for the doorway to the back room Aberforth pulled a pint each for Katie and Adrian. “Pansy thought a Knight Bus stop in front of the pub would be good for business. It is,” he said with a smile. “But the best thing was when she and Stan started making the arrangements, she took an interest in him. Cleaned him up right proper.”

Katie looked him up and down. “You too, it seems.”

Aberforth actually blushed. “Yeah, Pomona’s pleased as well.”

The door to the back room swung open. “Ab, we need some… oh, hello, you two,” said Pansy.

“Hello, Pansy,” said Katie. She looked the other woman over. She was dressed in a black, form-fitting, knee-length dress with an apron sporting a hog’s head, her hair was styled and tied back, and the blotchy patches on her face and dark circles under her eyes were completely gone. “You look smashing.”

“Thanks. Four months of enforced sobriety. It wasn’t so much fun the first few weeks, but I’ve got used to it.”

“Yeah, about that…” Katie looked into Pansy’s eyes. “Umm…”

“It was you?” Pansy asked with a sardonic smile. Aberforth sniggered.

Adrian slid his arm around Katie’s waist. “Both of us, actually.”

Pansy put her hand on Katie’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t have said this a month ago, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Katie said, relieved. “We’re here to undo it if you want.”

Pansy sat on a stool and looked into the distance. “I don’t know. It’d be nice to have a glass of wine with Stan.” She unconsciously smiled brightly.

You’re in love! Katie thought. “Think about it, then. You can always owl us at the reserve, we’ll come straight away.”

“The reserve?” asked Aberforth.

Adrian smiled at him. “Taking up dragon keeping, Ab.”

The older man laughed. “Charlie’s snagged you away from Kingsley? Good on him!”

“Charlie doesn’t run the place, Ab. He’s just our contact with the Ministry.”

“Our?” Aberforth looked them up and down, noticing how comfortable Adrian and Katie were, and how she leaned into his side. He winked at Katie. “You two are in petty deep, aren’t you?”

She smiled at him, rose on her toes, and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, Ab, we are. Thanks.”

Pansy shook her head. “Well this has been fun, but I’ve the old gang in the back, and they want some fresh beer.” She turned to Aberforth. “Can you load a new cask?”

“’Course, Pansy,” he said, and turned back to Adrian and Katie. “Stay, have some lunch, on the house.” Then he shuffled off to get another cask of his special brew.

“Have a seat,” said Pansy. “In fact,” –she lead them to a table by the hearth- “Here, have a seat right here under the plaque.”

Katie chuckled as one of the patrons nearby looked her over and the expression of trying to place who she was formed on his face. “So what’s good?” she asked Pansy as she and Adrian sat.

“I’ll bring you the beer and steak pie, you’ll love it.” Pansy turned and disappeared into the back room.

“Pardon me,” the man at the table next to them said, “You look very familiar.”

“Do I?” Katie said, feigning surprise. “I must be a common type, I get that a lot.”

The man’s eyes went to the plaque and then back to her. A look of understanding dawned in his eyes. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” he said quietly.

“It’s possible,” she said coyly.

The man stuck out his hand, and she shook it. “A pleasure,” he almost whispered. “And thank you.”

Four years later, on a fine late spring morning, Katie walked down the gravel path with Asgre by her side. An elephant-sized four-year-old scampered around them. Owena, calm yourself. Katie chuckled at a mother’s admonishment.

“Owena, if you want to present a proper princess to the Kind you have to be more regal, like your mother.” Katie said to the young dragon.

Regal is boring. Owena thought to them.

I know, my sweet child, but we are born to a different destiny, you and I. Asgre bent and licked her chick's face, causing Owena to sputter and shake her head.

Mum!

Asgre laughed. You are still my chick for several more years, Owena. Play when you can, but act properly in company.

Owena rubbed her neck against her mother. Yes, Mum.

They reached the common field and Asgre caressed Owena with her wings. Go and play now, my dear heart. Be good.

Thanks, Mum, Owena sent to them, and she was off at a mad dash toward the three other juveniles in the field. One, a Horntail male, was a full five feet taller than the rest.

“They all have done so well,” said Katie. “Especially Apollo. I was very worried that he might not make it when I brought them back from Hawaii. He was hatching, and I wasn’t sure he had enough heat and strength to get out.”

Owena reached her friends and they wound their necks in greeting. You and Adrianpucey did a great thing, Katiebell. Asgre regarded her with what Katie now knew was an expression of deep friendship. I want to ask something of you, Katiebell. I want to set a task for you, but I wish to do so in private first before I sing my request.

Katie looked at her friend in surprise. The great green dragon lowered her head and nuzzled her.

Owena learned at hatching the best and worst of humans. You saved her from death, and she knows her friends here are devoted and kind, but I desire her to have a Friend for her very own. She will be Dilys Banon one day, and I want her to be a great queen.

“I’m sure any of the Friends would be honoured, my queen.”

I am also sure of that, but I think I have a better idea. Asgre closed her eyes. I wish for you and Adrianpucey to have a child. Owena will see what a human is from birth, she will know this person to the depth of her soul. Asgre opened her eyes and looked at Katie, who staggered backwards and sat on a large rock. Will you do this for me, Katiebell, will you do this, not for your queen, but for your friend?

Katie hadn’t thought about children for a long time, and she hadn’t even considered it here at the reserve. They had a strict policy against children; it would be too dangerous for them, so every woman Friend took the birth control potion faithfully. But if Asgre asked… She stood and walked to Asgre and hugged her around her neck. “I will be honoured, my queen.”

Tiresias Longbottom ran through the forest, the tan flash of skin a few yards ahead taunting him. “Terrwyn!” he huffed. “Slow down!”

“Run faster, Ty,” he heard from the trees she had just darted around.

She would be the death of him, but oh, what a sweet death it would be. He smiled and redoubled his pace. From up ahead he heard Terrwyn Pucey’s lilting laugh; she was tough and fast , and she had lead him on a merry chase, but he was a few yards from catching her at long last. He rounded the clump of trees and ran a few yards into the clearing on the other side of them before he skidded to a stop. Terrwyn was breathing hard, resting her back against the legs of an enormous green dragon. He slapped his hand against his trousers where his wand should be, but Terrwyn was twirling it in her fingers.

“Looking for this?”

“Terr…” He couldn’t speak, he was so terrified.

She laughed. “Ty, I said one day I would tell you all about my home. You know some, will you keep our secrets?”

“I.. what… yes, yes I will,” he said, eyes never leaving the dragon.

He is very handsome, for a human, the thought formed in his mind.

Tiresias Longbottom, son of Luna Lovegood, was nearly as sensitive as his mother, and he looked into the dragons eyes in wonder. “I heard him,” he said softly.

Terrwyn laughed, and the dragon next to her snorted. “Her, Ty. This is Owena, princess of the Kind.” She turned to the dragon and it lowered its head to their height. “Owena, this is Tiresias Longbottom.”

So, you are the one Terrwynpucey has chosen as mate. You should be honoured.

“Yeah, I am... what?”

Terrwyn laughed and walked to him. Even though he was still gathering his wits, he watched her hungrily. Terrwyn was the most fit girl he had ever known, and the outfit she was wearing, denim shorts and a bikini top, showed it. “I told you I was ready, I just had to discuss it with Owena.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Now, there’s a few things you need to know.”

Terrwyn Pucey closed her eyes and spoke. “I was conceived at the request of the Dilys Banon, and I was sung into the world by the Kind. I have known them from birth, and I have heard them longer. They are as much my family as any.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “You have your mother’s gift, and I knew you would hear them, too.” She took his hand and walked him to stand before Owena. “This is the daughter of the Dilys Banon, and my best friend. She has chosen a mate, and they need our help.”

Tiresias’ cheeks hurt, and he realized why. He was smiling very broadly, and had been for quite a long time. He and Terrwyn had mounted Owena and flown to the isle of Bardsey; there he had met Heddwyn, the dragon currently under him. Terrwyn explained that she and Owena had been coming here for years. They had gone off on an adventure when Terrwyn was thirteen and found a small colony of Greens on the island. It was there that Owena had met Heddwyn. The attraction had been immediate and unstoppable. For six years they had come as often as they could, sneaking off on “camping” trips, taking long day trips to the island, and meeting Heddwyn in various places in the hills near the reserve.

Now, at long last, Terrwyn had found a suitable partner. Owena was passionate about her desire to mate with Heddwyn. No other male Green she had met inspired the heat he did. Heddwyn was powering his way to an incredible height. The air was so thin that Tiresias was light headed and gasping, and then the song of Owena rang out. Moments later the two dragons clasped their claws together, joined, and fell. Tiresias could feel the magic coursing through the great beasts beneath him. He could feel the rippling waves of ecstasy coming from Heddwyn, and he could feel Owena, too.

Terrwyn smiled at him from her perch on Owena. The moonlit ocean was coming up fast, and she nodded to Tiresias. HEDDWYN! He shouted in his mind.

Tiresias had read some, and his mother had told him more. He still thought back on that conversation with embarrassment; however, what she had told him was coming in very handy. Terrwyn was wriggling under him, his head was clamped between her thighs, and she was coming hard. “If you are the first, you must be careful, gentle and patient,” his mother had said. He had been.

When he and Terrwyn had dropped to the ground near Heddwyn’s lair, the Mating Magic was in full force, and the sight of her tanned, naked body was not helping at all. The night was warm, and while the dragons had curled up in Heddwyn’s cave and promptly fallen asleep, the two young lovers had fallen onto their pile of clothes. Terrwyn had tried to mount him right then, but he stopped her. “Wait; let me help you get ready.”

“I am ready, Ty,” she said breathlessly, grinding her hips against him and rubbing his cock along her folds.

“Just, oh, gods!” She grasped his cock and stroked it. “Just let me do a few things, okay?”

“If you want,” she said in a sultry way.

“You want it too, trust me.”

“I do, Ty.”

He laid her back on the soft peat and drew his fingers lightly over her centre. Then, with great tenderness and care he ran his tongue over her, then in her. The taste of her was intoxicating and he smiled at the memory of his father’s admonishment, “Once you’ve licked pussy you’ll never give it up, trust me son.” He smiled again at the memory of how red in the face his father had become after saying it. “Make her come twice before… yeah,” he had added. “She’ll love you for that.”

And so she was coming for the second time. Her long, jet black hair thrashed back and forth, and her fingers fisted his hair. His hands were on both of her breasts, lightly stroking and pinching her nipples as his father had told him to do. “Oh, Ty,” her hips bucked against him. “I want you, I want you now!”

He couldn’t take it any longer. She giggled at his tousled blond hair as he made his way up her body, kissing every few inches. He paused at her breasts and took in the glorious sight of her. She was breathing hard, almost panting, and she was squirming below him. He could feel her wet heat against his thighs, and then his cock brushed over her curls. She spread her legs apart and ground herself into him. “Ty,” she said, want colouring her voice.

And then he was in her, just a bit. “More,” she panted and pushed against him. She was so tight and hot, he knew he wouldn’t last but he swore he’d do his best. She pushed against him again and he half fell onto her, sheathing himself. He heard her gasp

and felt her clench around him.

“Are you okay, Terr?” he asked, concerned.

Terrwyn smiled at him “Yes. Yes, very.” She wiggled her hips, and he felt a series of ripples along his cock that made his eyes roll in his head.

“What was that?” he asked.

“A little one, let’s go for another big one.”

It took a few moments to get the rhythm, and another few to find the pace, but then they were in sync, working their bodies together. All too soon Tiresias felt the impending release. “I’m going to come, Terr. Oh, gods!”

She reached between them and stroked her clit while he kept plunging into her as he came. She could feel his warmth filling her, and then her world shattered into crystal sugar shards, and she was laughing and crying and hugging him with all her might.

A woman stood on a cliff overlooking the Irish Sea. Behind her, the little village of Uwchmynydd slept on. In the distance she had watched two huge shapes thrust themselves up into the night, and then fall back out of the sky, over and over. Now the sky was clear once more. A small smile formed on her face and she turned to her companion. “You approve?”

Yes, my dearest Friend. Owena has chosen well. And you?

“Oh yes, Terrwyn could do far worse than Tiresias. You don’t think they’re too young?”

No, friend Katiebell, I do not. Heddwyn courted Owena for almost as long as Kaddyl courted me, and yours is of age. Her young man has pursued her for a long time, you approve of him, and I believe she is in love with him.

Katie nodded. “Yes, she is.” She laughed. “So, when are we going to tell them we know?”

I do not believe that we should. Let them have their secret; they need not know we’ve been following them for years.

Katie smiled up at her very best friend. She drew a small wooden cask from her bag and set it on the ground. Then she pulled her wand from her pocket. “Engorgio,” she said, and the cask grew to barrel size. “The Macallan” was burned into the side of the barrel. With a second wave of her wand, the top of the barrel vanished. She pulled a pint mug from her bag, dipped it into the amber liquid, and scooped it full. Asgre grasped the barrel and her claws sunk into the wood. She raised her mug and Asgre raised her barrel. “To our children,” she said, and took a long draw.

Our children! Asgre said in her mind. The great dragon took a five gallon swig from the barrel of Scotch whiskey, and she purred.

It is always tolling, all around us, all the time, Katie thought. “And to the Division Bell,” she said, and took another draw from her mug.

Asgre raised the barrel. The Division Bell!
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The Division Bell