Saphira’s Heat

Eragon and Saphira flew high above the ship they had set sail on nearly three months earlier. Eragon closed his eyes as the wind caressed his bare torso. He had had enough of getting his tunics wet while at sea and had decided to make the journey barechested only placing one on when he went to a new land that might be inhabited. ‘What are you thinking about little one?’
 Saphira asked. Eragon sighed “I don’t know what TO think about Saphira. That’s the problem.” 
‘What do you mean?’
“I mean I was so close. I could have been hers. Forevermore hers. But now… ” Saphira stayed quiet she knew something had been bothering Eragon, and now she knew what it was. He  missed Arya. They had been close to admitting their love for each other when they had left. “Everytime I try to think of something she pops into my head. I can’t even say her name without tears falling! Why?! Why did it have to be us?!”
 ‘Who else would go? Murtagh and Thorn? With their history and reputation the people would see forsworn, not riders. No one else is capable of this job Eragon.’
Eragon sighed and smiled. “I know Saphira, it just seems so unfair, I wish she could have come with us.” he looked ahead and saw a rock formation. It was flat and long enough for Saphira to land on.  “Hey Saphira?”
‘Yes dear one?’
 “Let’s land near that rock formation I could use a bath to  clear my head.”
‘All right. Be sure to inform Blödhgarm.’ Eragon reached out until he found Blödhgarm’s mind. “Blödhgarm Saphira and I are going to land on a formation about a quarter mile from your position.”
‘Very well Shadeslayer. Shall we  join you?’
 “If you wish.”


With that Saphira flew to the formation and landed. Eragon unbuckled the straps on his saddle and climbed down. He smiled as a thin mist sprayed across his bare chest. He opened his saddlebag and pulled out a pack Roran and Katrina had packed for him with the help of Carvahall. Inside were 2 pairs of hand woven tunics and leggings made by Elain and Katrina, a Dagger forged by horst, a number of herbs to combat seasickness from Gertrude and Angela, a pair of Gloves Roran had payed quite a sum for in Illirea, pieces of Saphira’s egg which Horst and Roran had found after sifting through the wreckage of Garrows farm, and 3 bars of Elven soap with a flask of Failnirv wrapped in an Elven scarf donated by Arya. He took a swig of Falnirv and a bar of Soap, pulled off his boots and peeled off his trousers.  ‘You’ve grown well little one.’ Eragon blushed as Saphira watched him remove his Breeches. ‘Or should I say Endowed one?’ Saphira said with a lusty growl.”What?! Where in blazes did that come from?!” Eragon said turning in shock. ‘What I can’t admire my  Riders body? You look quite dashing like that. So big.’  “Saphira please it’s no bigger than any- Why am I having this conversation with you?!” Turning away from Saphira Eragon walked his way down the formation until he was waist deep into the water. The rocks were slick with moss and slime under his bare feet. He began washing his body starting with his chest and Stomach. “What is going on with you Saphira? All the Elven males  on board keep telling me you’ve been watching them change and bathe. And yesterday Vanir said you tried to lick his body while he was asleep. Is there something you want to tell me?”
‘I want to mate with them or you.’  Eragon lost his footing and fell into the sea as Saphira’s words hit him.

 He popped up a minute later still clutching his Soap. “You want to mate? Saphira I…” ‘You don’t want too? ‘ Saphira asked looking hurt. “No! I mean it’s not that I don’t want to. I just I’m not sure how it would be precieved. Look  let me talk to Glaedr, then I will make my decision okay?”
‘Very well.’
“Shadeslayer! Are you alright?” Blödhgarm called as the ship pulled up. “Fine Blödhgarm. I’m just bathing.”
‘Don’t tell any one else Saphira. ‘ He sent through their link. The boat came to a complete stop as Blodgharm jumped into the water. He enjoyed the feel of the cool water on his body. “You had a good idea Eragon Shur’tugal. One thing I must say having fur as black as mine is not easy when you’re constantly in the sun. It’s so easy to get overheated.” Vanir stripped off his boots and leggings and also jumped into the water. He too had decided to complete the journey tunicless as his tunic had been nearly shredded by a freak windstorm a week prior. Eragon was happy to have Vanir with him, though he didn’t much care for his teaching methods he enjoyed an occasional duel with him. 

Eragon moved on to washing his legs, feet, and genitals as Saphira watched the three. She had no idea why she had been acting so strange. She’d seen Eragon naked before and it didn’t affect her like it did now. She’d seen Roran, Oromis, Murtagh, and even Brom nude when they had bathed and it hadn’t sent the feelings she had now though her body.