Two Dragon Vigilantes (Valka/Heather)

With a practiced maneuver, Valka leaped off of Cloudjumper's back and onto the mossy ground within her sanctuary, twirling her staff with a flair, as she rolled into a crouching position. Cloudjumper landed behind her and walked to his little corner before curling up, ready for his midday nap. Valka caught him pausing, as though he had heard something, before disregarding it and curling into a ball.

She shrugged at his behavior as she removed the bulkier parts of her armor, including her mask, and made her way to her room, having spent a full day of intel gathering for her next raid on the Grimborne Company.

She opened the curtain that made the door to her room and her eyes caught a pile of fabric pooled on the floor. The color of it looked familiar, but it wasn't anything of her's. She picked it up, realizing that it was a sky-blue shirt. She also saw that there was a skirt, made of leather and iron plating on the floor next to where the shirt was. And a pair of pants, and socks and a few ore articles of clothing, all leading to a figure lying in the pile of furs that made up Valka's bed.

Lying in the bed was a young woman. She was in her early twenties, her long black hair that flowed down her shoulder blades, and she was as naked as the day she was born. The woman looked as though she had just awoken and she seemed pleased to see her.

"Hey Val," said the woman.

"Heather," responded Valka. "You're back. I didn't think--"

"Yeah," interrupted Heather. "It's late winter and it's getting harder to keep a low profile when the ice sets in. Thought I'd hide out here a little while. You don't mind do you?" Heather stood up, completely at home in her birthday suit. Even in the insulated temperatures in the Sanctuary, her nipples were hard from the cold.

"You're always welcome, Heather, but you don't need to..."

Valka's train of thought began to muddy a little as Heather walked up to her, her hips rocking as she walked barefoot up to her.

"I missed you. Windshear keeps me company well enough, but I miss you during those cold nights."

Heather cupped Valka's cheek and gave her a kiss on the lips. Valka almost melted into it before breaking it off.

"Heather, I--"

"Didn't you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you--"

"I'm glad."

Heather dove into Valka's neck and kissed it as her free hand tugged at the bottom of Valka's shirt and pulling it up before cupping her breasts through her binder.

Heather was the survivor of an attack by the Grimborne Dragon-Trading Company. One of their new subordinates, some upstart brat calling himself "Dagur the Deranged" had sacked her entire village. They killed half of them and captured the rest to be sold as thralls to more fringe tribes in the farthest corners of the Great Beyond to help fund future dragon-hunting ventures. Valka, having made herself a nuisance to the many Dragon-Hunters in the area, found the poor girl, starved, beaten and utterly broken from the experience.

She brought the girl home and nursed her back to health. Feeding her, providing a home for her, helping her live again. She even taught her how to pacify dragons without hurting them. Heather was a natural, almost as if this wasn't the first time she ever tamed a dragon, though she was dodgy about it when Valka pointed it out.

Valka and Heather became close. She even shared a small barrel of mead she snatched from a raider ship with her, but it was when they both had one too many cups of it when they woke up together in bed.

Valka felt some shame in the act. Heather was as old as her son would be. She was old enough to be her mother, and here she was having relations with her. She had only ever been with her husband Stoick, and even then that was decades ago. All Valka really had for company were dragons, and the only humans she interacted with had only tried to kill her. She was content with her hermit lifestyle, but it was when she started her affair with Heather did she realized she missed being touched.

Heather on the other hand didn't regret it in the slightest. When they woke up the following morning, all she wanted to do was cuddle with her for the rest of the morning. Valka was certain that what they had wasn't "love" in the romantic sense, and that they only did it because they were just two lonely, broken people that needed the company. That didn't stop Heather from propositioning her every now and again.

After a while, Heather left on the top of her new dragon companion Windshear, wanting to find Dagur and make him pay for what he did. She has spent months tracking him down, finding and freeing her enslaved villagers along the way, but Dagur always seemed just one step ahead.

But every now and again Heather would come back. They had always wound up rolling in the hay, but a part of Valka knew that Heather just wanted to make sure she was okay. Valka was always happy to see her, even if a part of her felt guilty about it.