Author Note: I do not own any characters of this series, only the story I am making. This is a love story between Saphira and Eragon, but is not simply sex driven; a story does actually take place. Please review as I want to improve my writing skills.

Ch. 1

The Last Adventure

Eragon was still fiddling with the puzzle that the elves had given him the day before they had finally found land. It was now three days after they had landed, the elves having already used their magic to sing a great hall from the trees, and Eragon was no further along with the puzzle than he had been at the start. He now sat with his back leaned against Saphira's ever warm stomach as he continued trying to figure out the secrets of the puzzle, occasionally asking Saphira for any advice she could provide (though she was as equally stumped as him). After another few moments attempting to deduce the puzzle's secrets he let out a long sigh as he tossed the object onto the grand bed that had been constructed for Eragon and Saphira.

He began to let his eyes gaze around the room as he, in his boredom, decided to inspect every inch of the newly constructed – well, not so much constructed as grown – building. The room that had been granted to him and Saphira was very large indeed, the elves believing the grandmaster of the new, soon-to-be Riders should have a room which fit the title. They were also, of course, planning for the future, knowing that Saphira would eventually grow to a much larger size than she already was, but to Eragon it seemed as if the room was too big. The only furniture in the room was the bed, a few dressers for clothes and items, and a few chairs for any guests, and all these were situated in one corner of the room while the rest remained completely Spartan. Other great rooms had been constructed for the new dragons that would eventually live in this hall, but Eragon and Saphira's room still nearly doubled the size of any other.

Eragon continued to let his gaze wander until he finally caught Saphira eyeing him closely, which caused him to jump slightly, believing she was still asleep. Hello Saphira, he said through their mind connection, I didn't know you were awake.

How could I sleep with all that noisy thinking, she chuckled.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was still connected with you, he apologized.

She simply laughed, Eragon could feel the rumble in her chest as she did, then replied, I wasn't really tired anyway, just bored.

You too huh, he asked, Saphira nodding a reply. There's nothing to do around here since the elves have already built everything we need and there isn't anyone to train yet.

Well, she said, I've been thinking… why don't we go on a little adventure while we wait for new Riders to be found? It could very well be our last adventure, after all.

Eragon could feel Saphira's excitement at the prospect of another journey with just Eragon and her, just Dragon and Rider. The idea was appealing to him too. Do you think the elves will let us?

Saphira let out another chortle, Do you really think they would stop us… or even could for that matter? If anything we could just sneak out of here at night and leave them a little note explaining ourselves. As long as we promised to be back before any new Riders arrived I'm sure they would be fine with the idea.

How would we know if any new Riders were on their way, he asked, realizing the answer even before Saphira explained.

We already have a scrying mirror set up. We would just scry them every day to ask if any new Riders had yet to be sent.

Yea, but they may not want us to put ourselves in danger, we are pretty important after all.

Danger? What could be more dangerous than fighting Galbatorix? Now that he is gone there is truly nothing that could get in our way, she claimed in her arrogance, still proud over having defeated the greatest threat known to the world.

Eragon pondered the idea for a moment before standing on his feet, Alright! Let's do it, he exclaimed, already thrilled about their upcoming journey.

Together he and Saphira left the hall to go discuss their plans with both the elves and the Eldunari, who had seemed a little hesitant at first, but finally agreed to the quest. They simply told Eragon and Saphira the importance for them to stay safe, explaining that if they were lost then the entire order of the Riders would be faced by the tremendous setback of having no one to train new recruits. They both agreed that they would not put themselves into danger. The Eldunari and elves had seemed pleased enough by their promise and within an hour Eragon and Saphira were ready to take to the skies. They had decided to travel east, seeing the tall mountain range that hung in the distance, and without hesitation Saphira had begun her flight, her wings eager to feel the wind beneath them again.

Saphira's POV

Saphira sat watching her Rider continue to match his wits with the puzzle the elves had given him, but to no avail. Eragon had forgotten to close off his mind to her when she had told him she was going to sleep, so all the thoughts he had while trying to figure out the puzzle flowed into Saphira's mind. She didn't say anything, though; she wasn't truly tired, just overcome with boredom, wishing for some new excitement, and his thoughts seemed to somehow comfort her. She simply watched as her Rider's fingers fumbled with the mechanisms of the puzzle.

For the last couple of days Saphira had felt very clingy, never wanting to leave her Rider's side if even for a moment. This feeling perplexed her. She had always felt more comfortable when Eragon was by her side, of course, but now she almost felt unwilling to leave him at all. Luckily Eragon had not noticed this behavior from her, for it embarrassed her slightly. Now she realized she felt a great feeling of contentment just watching her Rider hungrily chase the secrets of the puzzle that so enticed him.

Saphira soon began trying to think thoughts to help relieve the overwhelming sense of boredom that only her Rider seemed to break. She imagined Eragon and herself flying high through the air, over tall mountains and thick forests, through large valleys and over long meadows. Then she imagined her and Eragon sitting side by side at the mouth of a cavern atop a soaring mountain, both of them watching as the sun set behind a high mountain range. A feeling of warmth entered Saphira at the thought of spending such time with her Rider, and so she decided to continue with her story. As the sun set behind the mountains and the stars began to appear slowly from the night sky, she and Eragon retreated into the cave. Saphira lit a fire using her breath on some logs they had collected from the forest. In the firelight she stared deeply into her Rider's loving eyes, a sense of happiness flooded her. She then laid herself next to her Rider as he began to scratch the sensitive parts of her underbelly. Small purring sounds sprang from her throat as her muscles relaxed after a hard day's flight. Her eyelids began to flutter shut as Eragon continued to massage her belly, but, before she knew it, Eragon had worked his hand lower. His hand was now scratching directly between her back legs, causing Saphira to open her eyes once again. She saw her Rider was now staring into her eyes, a mischievous grin upon his face, but instead of stopping him, she only smiled back and allowed him to continue. She moaned in pleasure as his hand began to hit the right spots. After a moment she stood up, glancing down at her Rider who now looked uncomfortable, and began to crouch. Within a split second she pounced Eragon and had him pinned to the ground, her claws keeping hold of his arms and legs. She began to lick his face ever so delicately with her tongue before she used her powerful teeth to rip away his clothes from his body. She began to slowly lick her way down his body, starting with his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, then his…

Saphira's eyelids sprang open as she emerged from her daydream. Her body felt warm on the inside with pleasure, but Saphira was disgusted with herself. How could I even think something like that, she chastised herself. She wiggled her head slightly as if to shake off her lustful thoughts before she turned her head to look at Eragon who had now forsaken the elven toy. He now seemed to be aimlessly looking around the room; she could tell he was bored. The desire to go on another adventure once again sprang to life in her, convincing herself that the dream she had experienced was caused by little more than boredom, and decided she would bring the idea to Eragon's attention. As if reading her mind, Eragon suddenly turned and looked directly into Saphira's seemingly bottomless blue eyes.

Hello Saphira.