4 comments/ 3834 views/ 1 favorites Dragons By: blackash01 With a start, I woke up on an unknown floor. I went to wipe my eyes, when suddenly the little hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. "Hello? Is anybody there?" I asked of the inky darkness. There was a strange shuffling noise like something was moving about. "Hello? I know you're there 'cause I can hear you moving around" I said. There was a quiet chuckle, then the ground shook as if something very heavy landed. Then the ground shook again and again, as if the footsteps were so heavy the ground couldn't support it without shaking. Suddenly there was a bright glowing dot out of nowhere. "Wow," I said in awe, as the glowing grew bigger and bigger. I gasped as it finally dawned on me that the place where I woke up was gigantic, and if the cave was gigantic then whatever was coming at me was going to be massive. My eyes widened bit by bit at the most astonishing creature I've ever seen in my lifetime. What I could make out, as it came closer was a long lithe body, a strong tail, wings that viciously beat the air, clawed feet that dug at the ground and the most fearsome face I've ever seen. It was a powerful and majestic dragon. When it finally reached to where I was chained, its beautiful orange and silver scales stopped glowing rendering the cave back to darkness. "Hi," I said, timidly holding my hand out to touch one of its gigantic scales. It was as big as my head and smooth as a button, there was a bright light and the dragon transformed into a little boy. "Hi, how ya doin'?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Uh... okay, I guess" I replied dumbly. "So, what ya in for buddy?" the boy asked. "Oh, I'm in here because I.... I don't know" I said sadly. "You don't know? Wassa matter with you, lost your memory?" "No it's just, they brought me in here without even talking to me. Just picked me up and threw me in here." "Ah man, I told those idiots to talk to you! Ah well... I'll eat 'em later and get some new ones" "Huh?" I asked dumbly, not sure I heard right. "You, my friend have been chosen to join in the select few who can transform into a dragon!" he said with a big smile. "Huh?" I repeated. "Let me introduce myself, King Johann the third." He said with a deep bow. "Huh?" I said. "Aw come on! You haven't heard of 'Johann the fierce'?" he asked while stamping his feet. "I have, but he died-" "-I've been reborn my good kinsman," the boy said with a glint in his eye. I took a good look at him, he was young probably about eight or nine, but there was a weariness in his eyes. As if he had seen the worst that human nature had to offer. "No way, no fucking way that you're him, I've met his highness myself-" "-yes I know, you were so uptight then always insisting that I do something properly. Be it eating, sitting, cleansing, whatever" he said while inspecting his nails. "Johann? Is that really you? Man it's good to see you," I said as I picked him up and swung him around. "I'm glad to see that you finally recognize me." He said as I put him down. "So why'd you choose me?" I asked. "I chose you, because- ah come on" Johann said as he transformed his arm, and in one swipe broke my chains. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me back from where he came. When we got there, I saw that there was a old heavy iron door. Johann pulled at it and the door creaked open, "I tell you Parker, this is gonna be the best thing that ever happened to you." He said as he led me down a maze of hallways. "Here we are." He said as we stood at an old wooden door. "This is where you're gonna live as we do the experi- oops, um you'll live here as you get accustomed to your new powers. No need to have the townspeople know that we're up to- oops." Johann held his hand to his mouth as he waved me on, as I went in I heard him mutter to himself. "Man, I've got to get this body under control. Nearly lost it there." "Ah come in, come in young man" the owner of the voice was a wizened old man in a crisp white lab coat. He had a grizzled beard and his eyes were a clear amber color. Though he was old, he moved about the lab with grace and sprightliness that belied his age. "Now hold out your arm," he said as he held up a cylindrical syringe with some kind of multicolored thick liquid. "Now what's in this is dragon's essence, it is made from an egg that has a developing dragon in it. " The doctor explained as he stuck the needle in my arm and slowly injected the dragon's essence. "Aaugh!!" I screamed, at the pain of the essence fusing with my cells at the molecular level. The pain was so much that I collapsed on the floor, screaming all the while. My lungs felt like they were burning, I couldn't even breathe with the excruciating pain I felt whenever I inhaled even a little bit of air. "Aaugh!" I screamed again as a new pain far worse than any before surfaced on my back. I went to hold my back, when I did I got a glance at my hand. "What the fuc- aaagh!" I screamed again as the pain in my back increased and spread to my head, it felt like I was in a fire. My skull and jaw shifted and changed shape, cracking and realigning. My nose felt like the fire was coursing through it. My spine was next, the fire flowed around it changing, lengthening and realigning the vertebrae. The air was filled with my screams and the sounds of bones cracking. My arms and legs were hit next as the fire spread to them, strengthening and lengthening them so that they could support my body weight. My hands and feet were next, the fire strengthening and changing them, and exchanging nails for claws. Then the fire rushed back to my torso burning tough scales into my skin and building muscles underneath the skin, toughening and strengthening my respective systems so that they could bear the pressure of taking care of the new body. Lastly the fire went to my back muscles, strengthening them for my wings. "Aaugh!!!" I screamed again, as the fire grew white hot and pulled at the vertebra in my spine, growing more bones to form my wings. After one last pass around my body, the fire dimmed and went into my lungs to live. All of that only took one hour although it felt like days. "Ah, there is the man of the hour!" Johann said as he walked in. 'Huh? Where am I?' I tried to say but my dragon lips were stiff. "Don't bother talking, as you've probably figured out dragon lips are stiff as hell so you can't speak through them" Johann said. 'How am I going to change back if I don't know how?' I thought. "Oh, doc will teach you on how to control the dragon inside- well outside, I'll check in with you later" Johann said as he walked to the door and closed it after him. "Alright laddie, let's get started on the change back-" Epilogue: Its been ten years since I've been turned into a dragon, since then I've learned to transform from human to dragon and vice versa. I've learned to breathe the fire that lives inside me. I've learned to fly, there were a few bumps with that one but in the end everything's ok right? Anyhow Doc taught me how to fight, be it with a sword or bows and arrows or hand to hand. Now that I've learned everything I can from Doc he sent me to the army. That's where I am now, in two more years I'll be done and Johann said to "come and serve me as my royal dragon-guard." Yep you guessed it Johann, well King Johann now, is back on the throne. Dragon's Bard She smirked slightly, lazily stroking over the springy hair on his chest as she watched him continue to pant heavily. The exertions of their love-making filled the air with a scent that was both musky and sweet, with an underlying tang of the perfume she had worn and the mingled fluids of their loins. Limp and useless he may have been, and exhausted, but she took a measure of delight in how his cock twitched at the sensations caused by the slow, feather-light drag of her claw along his length. "Insatiable." "Come now, word-singer, you were the one boasting that you were capable of... what was it you said? 'A night of nothing but desire and passion, pleasure along every nerve'?" As much as she was mocking him slightly, he couldn't argue back - he had said that. He opened one eye to regard her lazily. Purple-grey flesh with darker lips, golden horns and with thick, wavy hair that went from light grey to black, she was nothing short of striking. Her feathered wings had proven to make quite the handhold... ...thrusting, grasping hold of the base of those feathered appendages and then the top, using the muscular leverage to drive himself ever deeper into her, taking her shrieks of pleasure as encouragement even as his abdominals burned from the effort... Thankfully he had not damaged them. He didn't have to look to know that her tail was lazily swatting at him, curling around his leg almost possessively. Driven off by her looks as some might have been, he had found her enthralling. Compared to him - long dark hair, a short-trimmed beard and the beginning of crow's feet in the corner of his eyes - she was grace embodied. But, he had words on his side, and they had well and truly ensnared her. She leant forwards across the table, presenting an impressive view of her cleavage while equally drawing his attention to those compelling gold and dark grey eyes that seemed to penetrate his very soul. "So tell me, riddle-weaver, what is it that you would do for me?" "I would caress and lick those gilded horns of yours until they sparkled. I would run my fingers through your hair; to untangle, to caress, to grip, to pull..." He let his voice take on a huskier note at the last before carrying on. "...Every inch of your flesh would have my attention, my hands mapping your every curve and muscle, giving the long-forgotten aching parts of you the attention that they deserve." He had not been so bold with a woman in ages. Most human women seemed to prefer a shorter 'transaction'. But no; this one was certainly not human, and her tastes certainly seemed to run more towards building tension to a breaking point rather than getting down to business. Which he was honestly finding harder to do with his erection painfully pulsing against the woollen trousers that he wore. "Oh but, for all your attention, could you match me? Could you meet me at every peak, ride me at every turn?" Then he felt the light trace of claws over his thighs, and forced himself to respond. "I am more than confident that I could. I will ensnare your senses as I am ensnaring your mind now... taunting you with what we can be together, caressing your mind as I will ever fold of your hidden places with my tongue and fingers, treasuring your presence and attention as I will every gasping breath.." For someone who had been starting to lose attention in the poetic circuit, he was inwardly pleased that he still had some talent elsewhere, even if it was not one that he was going to advertise publicly. Not that he had expected the wordplay to go anywhere. He was married, after all. He guiltily eyed the ring on his left hand, as discreetly as he thought possible, and paused when he felt her move... only to lift up his hand to examine the band. "What is this?" He coughed quietly. "My wedding ring." "Oh? How many mates do you have, yet you wear only one ring?" His eyes widened slightly and for once, he managed to sit up slightly, his hair askew in the process. "How many? Just the one. Not many cultures embrace the idea of having more than one." She snorted gracelessly. "Why limit yourself?" He had tried to explain the point, but had soon found himself succumbing once more to the ravenous spellstorm mage's hunger for male flesh. When he had dressed in the morning, she had regarded him from her reclining position on the bed, her tail swaying slowly, as she basked in the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Will I see you again?" That he asked without looking round. "I may linger, I may not. I may pass through again, I may not. Take this for what it was, so then the next time is more of a pleasant surprise." The next time she returned, the bard had not just moved on in location but had passed away - that was what she got for leaving it a century. But she never forgot the way he had played her with his words, as eagerly and expertly as he had with his hands and tongue. And who had said that human mortals were useless? Dragon's Blood Mine. Fia's eye's glistened with a predatory gleam as she stalked her prey with cat like grace. Her prey; the most beautiful male she'd ever seen. She had been stalking him for over an hour hoping he would make his way further away from his clan's borders. Unfortunately, he had been slowly circling back towards his village; obviously not going along with her plans. Damn. Preparing for attack; she crept up behind him, leapt into the air and drove her foot square in the back of his knee. The poor bastard's knee buckled under him sending him crumbling to the ground. Motherfucker! Basiliscine's military training instinctively kicked in; smoothly somersaulting to avoid the looming face plant. He tried to pop to his feet but his attacker drove a knee into the small of his back, straddled him, and commenced with the ground and pound. He was going to have one hell of a headache when this was over. The POS smashing him in the head was undeniably a pussy; he didn't even have the balls to attack him face to face. Basiliscine was going to thoroughly enjoy manning the fucker up the first chance he got. He dug his palms into the ground and hefted himself into a push up position; using pure muscle he powered them both over and body slammed his attacker's back into the ground. He heard a loud grunt under him and hoped like hell one of the asshole's ribs had broken. The power move gave him the split second that he needed to rotate and finally confront the POS face to face. Awwww Fuck! Now this was truly embarrassing. A female had actually taken him down; a slip of a female at that. She was firm and toned like an athlete and had small pixie like features: High cheekbones, a straight nose and full lips. Her bottom lip was just a bit fuller than her upper, perfect for nibbling on. She was petite with small perky breasts, rounded hips and legs that seemed to go on forever; legs he wouldn't mind having wrapped around his hips. But it was her wide expressive eyes that gave her away her true demeanor. They were gunmetal grey; piercing in their intensity, shrewd and cunning, and like the weapon they looked like they could pierce right threw you. They were cool and calculating; the eyes of someone who had seen too much and was always on guard. They reminded him of a wild animal; one that looked cute and cuddly but would take your hand off without hesitation. And he sure as hell wasn't ready to loose any body parts. He just thanked the Gods that none of his clansmen actually saw the beat down happen; being bested by a female? No way. He'd never live the humiliation down. Retribution was going to be sweet. He was thoroughly going to enjoy hog-tying her, throwing her over his shoulder, and taking her back to his village. It would be his pleasure to teach her not to fuck with him and his kind. He did have to give her credit though: There was nothing sexier than a woman with spirit. Fist thing first; though. He had to avoid the right hook that was headed his way. He easily grabbed her wrist, in mid swing, and pinned it above her into the sticky mud and spread his big body over hers. Fia could feel every hard lean muscle of Basiliscine's pressing into her as he stifled her movements with his body. And it wasn't just his body that was big and hard. His hard-on was digging into her abdomen and judging by what she felt, his erection matched him in size too. The crushing weight on her chest was constricting her breathing and her lungs burned as she struggled for a full breath of air. If she didn't do something quick this battle was going to be over before it even started. And wouldn't that be a shame- she hadn't had this much fun in a long time. She closed her eyes to slow down her erratic breathing and thought about all of her combat training, now was not the time for panic. She was proficient in several forms of combat and playing dirty was a technique all its own. Licking her lips she leaned in, staring intently at the lips she suddenly wanted to kiss for more reasons than just to play dirty. He was the most attractive male she had ever seen. Her body had come alive under him; it had been way to long since her body had reacted to a male like that. "I don't think so." He growled jerking his head away quickly. There was no in hell he was going to let her kiss him; judging by the look on her face she just might bite. She chuckled as if reading his mind, "What? Think I'm going to bite?" "Wouldn't you?" "I might later when I have you shackled to my bed," she smirked, "you might even enjoy it." "Oh? Seems to me I'm the one with the advantage right now," He said, raising a taunting eyebrow and meeting her smirk with one of his. "That you do." She admitted, wincing as he pressed his weight down into her hands. But, not for long. She looked him straight in the eye and smiled sweetly. Basiliscine blinked quickly several times as an unfamiliar scent assaulted his nose. His head began to swim as the fragrance penetrated his nostrils. Blinking quickly, he was combating the sudden compulsion to bury his nose in her neck and inhale the spicy sweet scent that wafted off her. What the fuck is that smell? It was unlike anything he had ever smelt before, a combination of sandalwood and cocoa; rich and decadent, practically making his mouth water. Ding...Ding...Ding. Warning bells started pinging around in his head. He had heard rumors of these women using special oils, unique to each woman, which enhanced her pheromones and enticed any poor soul who was unlucky enough to get a whiff. The kicker: The more the woman was sexually aroused the stronger the smell would be; Rhyhypnol was candy compared to this stuff. And damn, this woman smelt edible, his mouth was practically watering. Fia knew her dirty trick was working when she saw his pupils dilate and his sharp features pinched in confusion. She leaned up to kiss him again, and this time he let her. Her tongue snaked quickly into his mouth, licking his bottom lip. Grinding her hips into his crotch she felt the heat build between her legs and moaned low in her throat. Her breasts tightened and her nipples got tight and hard, poking into his chest. Damn he tasted good. He tasted of man and sex and power. Yum. Basiliscine really had no idea why he kissed her; it was as if he couldn't stop himself. His brain knew it wasn't a good idea to kiss this dangerous woman but it obviously wasn't communicating that fact to his cock which suddenly had a lot to say and he seriously wished it would shut the fuck up. The fact that she tasted taste of all things erotic and forbidden didn't help his cause either. Unexpectedly, a sharp sting nailed him in the chest and his body instantly lit up like a match. Instantly recognizing the lava like heat that was sludging through his veins, he let loose a string of colorful curses, in his old language, which would have made even the most seasoned of warriors blush. He was so distracted by the tongue snaking in and out of his mouth that he didn't realize she was wearing a potion ring; it was a ring that all the women of Peitho wore when they were hunting males. It was designed specifically for instances just like this; when they had to quickly render a body unconscious. The sharp point in the center of the circular ring pierced the skin and sent a fast acting sedative rushing into the victim's body. The concoction worked best when administrated close to the heart but any body part would do. By grinding up on him she had aroused herself; thus, enhancing her scent. The overpowering smell had distracted him and in his momentary lapse of concentration she twisted out of his hold and slugged him. Bitch! Fia chuckled at the surprised look on his face- that male was way out of his league. Counting to three, she braced herself for the dead weight that was about to fall on her. Basiliscine put his mouth close to her ear and snarled, "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but that shit doesn't work on me." A myriad of emotions went through Fia's head when she realized that her plan hadn't worked. She decided that now was the perfect time for panic. Frantically, she pushed at his chest desperately trying to lift him off her; kicking her legs and twisting under him. "Mmm.... that's it, little one, keep squirming, I like it when they squirm," he taunted, keeping his hips pressed tight to her and laughing evilly. "You're going to regret this." She snarled. "I doubt it, sweetheart. What- one of your clan going to club me in the back of the head?" he mocked. Basiliscine followed her gaze over his should and his eyes widen in surprise. "Goddess's Blood, Fia-" Lilly grunted as she hefted the unconscious male she had just smashed upside the head off Fia, "-he weighs a fucking ton." Fia concurred. The man had to be at least six foot three inches of all lean muscle and strength and weigh at least two hundred twenty pounds. She had been around a countless number of males but never encountered such a hard steely body like this one before. There was a wild untamed look to him, the look of a warrior. His face was ruggedly handsome with a smoldering sullen bad boy look and a day's growth of whiskers on his high cheekbones. Sinfully long eyelashes and black eyebrows, which matched his hair, slashed over his Amber colored eyes and made him look even more seductive and dangerous. He had a moody dark sexuality that would make any woman purr, raw and animalistic. The man was tantalizing and completely irresistible. Unfortunately, the women didn't have time to admire their catch. The resonating sound of his clans warning bells abruptly cut through the quiet. The low baritone echoed through the valley for miles, clearly a warning to the members of his clan that all hell was breaking loose. A rescue party would be coming for him and the other captured males in full force. Fuck it- let 'em come. I've been itching for a good fight anyway, Fia thought as she tossed her old ring over her shoulder and put on a new larger one... just in case. "Move your ass, Lilly! We don't have much time, use these on him." Fia called out, quickly tossing Lilly a set of slave bands that she had dug out of the pocket of her low-rise camouflage cargo pants. The bands were wide black leather wrist cuffs with a thick silver rings protruding out that could be linked together to act as handcuffs. Ancient symbols were intricately carved deep into the soft leather and perfectly round Amethyst stones were set in the leather to accent. This male was a keeper and Fia wanted him all to herself. He needed to be tucked safely away in a cell at Castle Peitho and she was going to take every precaution to make sure that happened. Fia's gut was telling her that this male was trouble and he would probably seduce every woman in the castle, if he had to, to escape. And the other males would willingly listen to his orders just because he had the natural ability to take control of a situation, a born leader. He was dangerous all the way around and would have to be handled with kid gloves. "When we get back make sure all the new slaves are put in the east wing of the dungeon, except for him, I want him isolated. "Fia said nodding to the male she had taken down, "Put him in the west wing." her voice eerily calm. "And, Lilly, he's not to be touched-" looking her coolly in the eye, "-by anyone." Fia had been very lenient with Lilly in the past and often let her play with her newly acquired toys. But Lilly had a habit of breaking them; Fia wanted to break this one herself. "The Amethyst bands, why?" Lilly asked in disbelief, holding the bands gingerly as she quickly snapped them on the unconscious body. Those cuffs were only used on males who were considered to be a security risk and were never just casually used. Damn, who was this guy? Fia shot Lilly a hard don't-question-me-look and paused for so long that Lilly didn't think that she was going to answer her. "Because violet neutralizes gold." Basiliscine let out a soft moan and cracked open his gritty eyes. His head was pounding, mouth was dry and his body ached all over. He did a quick mental check of his body and came to the conclusion that all his body parts were still in place; always a good sign, especially when waking up in an unknown place. Not that he was a stranger to waking up in an unfamiliar place; however, there was usually a female or two in bed with him when he did. Ok, what the hell happened and where was he? He grinned to himself; oh yeah, the little hellcat of a female tackled him and tired to knock him out with Dragon's Blood. The look on her face was priceless when he didn't react to it. She obviously had no idea his kind and been the first to concoct Dragon's Blood hundreds of years ago and he was practically immune to it; at best he used it as a mild muscle relaxer. The potent brew was made from the milk from the seed of the Red Dragon plant- aptly named since it was the same color as the blood of the Dragons. The phosphorescent red milk was then dried and ground into a powder. Dragon's Blood did have some interesting side effects. Basiliscine raised his head and looked between his legs; and yep, the side effects were in full force. The raging hard on tenting his loincloth was quite impressive. The drug also made his skin hypersensitive and the friction from the leather rubbing on his cock was madding. Not to mention that that female's tantalizing scent was still lingering on him making matters worse. He pumped his hips in the hopes that the soft leather would fall away and his cock could swing free from the infuriating material. No such luck. Sighing with frustration, he rolled his eyes and dropped his head on the pillow; maybe he could just will his cock down. Who was he kidding? His overzealous penis obeyed no one, especially him. Fia silently padded past the rows of cells eyeing each man as she unconsciously made her way towards Basiliscine cell. Overall the hunt had been successful. The males had been separated by who was most pleasing to the eye, cleaned up and readied for inspection. The very best of the best were used for stud service. The other poor bastards were just used. Unfortunately, the hunt hadn't been without causalities. One of Fia's soldiers had been taken captive in the skirmish; it was a loss Fia hadn't taken lightly. The soldier had been under the tutelage of the Chancellor in all matters, including the art of combat. Of course, The Chancellor, in all her arrogance had assured Fia that the new recruit would be well taken care of and no harm would come to her. Total bull-shit. Now it was going to take some serious negotiations to get her soldier back and she'd have to find another participant for the upcoming breeding ritual; like she had time for all that. A stifled feminine giggle had Basiliscine's head snapping back. Great. Just. Fucking. Great. A female had been watching his endeavor the whole time. Realization slowly dawned on him as he eyeballed the female standing outside of his cell. It was the female who had been pursuing him. Holy shit, the famed Princess Fia. Interesting. From what he knew of Princess Fia she wasn't supposed to be out hunting much less leading a group of soldiers. That female looked like a goddess and fought like a god. No matter how much sexual prowess she had she was still a warrior. She kicked ass and took names, in that order, and looked you in the eye when she did. She wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with anyone and rarely got bested; taking what she wanted, whether it is men, power or possessions. And he was finding out first hand that legions of the rumors were true. "Having some trouble there?" Fia asked, arching a slim eyebrow. Through the momentary haze of humiliation that slammed into him; he hadn't missed the devilish gleam in Fia's eye as she looked him over. Well, well, maybe I'll get some relief from the side effects after all. Being the smart male that he was he kept his smart ass reply to himself. Gods knew he was one to instigate but in this he didn't want to piss off that female by saying the wrong thing; an arrogant male smirk would have to do. If that female left him alone with the side effects still raging he'd have to spend the next four hours in misery until the drug wore off or until someone else came to satisfy him; which was highly unlikely given the circumstances. Sauntering into the cell, the Princess stood next to the cot and scrutinized him with resolve; raking a look over his muscled body, blatantly lingering over the obvious bulge under his loin clothe. Potential- lots and lots of potential. .Basiliscine methodically rose from the cot, his heavy muscles bunching as he stood; glittering gold eyes, luminescent in the din of the cell, zoned in on her like a missile on lock. His meaty erection proudly bobbed in front of him as he prowled towards Fia with that lethal gait of his; running his fingers through his thick main of hair. "What's your name?" she asked, straightening her shoulders and giving him an out-and-out look-see. "I'm Cin." "Yes. You. Are." She murmured on a breathy exhale, his exceptional hearing catching every syllable. Her eyes drank in his lean form, lingering on the thick piece of flesh between his legs. He had long thick black hair that just brushed his wide shoulders. Light flashed off the silver hoops that hung from his pierced nipples, emphasizing the wide expanse of his chest that tapering into an obvious V and stopped at his slim waist. The male had abs that were so ripped that it looked like he had paint rollers under his skin and a thin line of hair under his navel that disappeared beneath the loincloth; making her lick her lips as she thought about where that little line would lead. His thick corded thighs and long muscular legs were dusted with the same coffee colored hairs that were on his chest. And his well toned ass- enough said. He positively oozed sex; it radiated out from him like he was born to please. Holding his arms akimbo he advanced on her, "Do you like what you see?" he asked arrogantly; The princess stood her ground and met him eye for eye, "I do like what I see, very much. I'm looking forward to having a taste. I also think the others here at the castle will also take great pleasure in having a taste too. Perhaps at the banquet tonight" The scent of Sandalwood and Cocoa blasted out from her and filled the room with its intoxicating scent; the spicy sweet smell making his body hum and his balls constrict... again. "I like what I see too." He purred looking her over. The see through toga style dress she was wearing was floor length and made from an iridescent silvery-white material; a purple cord around her slim waist accented it. It had a slit on the side that went from floor to waist exposing long lean legs that seemed to go on for miles. The kind of legs meant for wrapping around a man's waist. The body hugging dress only covered one shoulder, showing off her well-toned arms and shoulders. The gossamer fabric was stretched tight across her breasts making her rosy colored nipples and large aureoles strain against the pale fabric. The white g-string she wore was nestled tight into the cleft between her legs, the tiny scrap of material scantly covering her shaved sex and showing off her contoured ass. With a gesture that was smooth and dripping with old world elegance, Cin took her slight hand in his and brought it to his mouth. His intense gaze locking to hers as he kissed the back of her knuckles; his tongue sensually moved over them as if to say Imagine-what-my tongue-would- feel-like-on-the-rest of-your-body. Dragon's Blood Pt. 02 Cin exhaled a long suffering sigh. It seemed his humiliation would know no bounds. As if being paraded around the crowded hall wearing nothing but a loin cloth that revealed more than it covered, in a room full of leering females, wasn't enough; now he, along with the other captured males, were being chained to the walls and ceremoniously put on display like a pieces of art. Their arms were shackled taught above their head so they almost stood on tiptoes; legs chained obscenely wide. And since all had been given a healthy dose of Dragons Blood before entering the room cocks of all shapes and sizes stood at attention, ludely jutting out, some with pearly drops of pre-come threatening to spill. Cin absently tugged at the infernal chains- nope, not gonna happen. Immediately deciding that trying to pull them out of the wall would be a very bad idea. He'd probably pop his arm out of the socket trying and keeping all his body parts intact would be a good thing especially if he wanted to make a break for it. Miserably, he soaked in his surroundings. The spacious hall had vaulted ceilings and highly polished wood floors. Rich tapestries, depicting erotic scenes, hung from bare stone walls, a hearth tall enough for a man to stand up in had a low fire burning and torches lit the room giving it a soft eerie glow. A dais, obviously designed for royalty, over looked mahogany tables that were covered with dazzling white lines accented in the Princess's signature color, dark purple; loaded with food and drink. The tables were set up in a U-shape, with overstuffed crushed velvet cushions and pillows strewn about the middle, facing a play area. The play area had several males, none of whom he recognized, which was probably a good thing, bound to various apparatuses. The females were laughing in delight at the misery of one poor bastard in a pillory. They randomly tormented him by cruelly twisting his nipples; pinching the raised red welts on his ass and making him kiss the leather tip of the crop before raining blows on him. Most notably, heavily armed guards stood discreetly in the shadows keeping a tight watch on all the going-on; quick to react if any of the "guests" of Castle Peitho grew rebellious. Cin had to do something to take his mind of his current situation. The rogue in him demanded it. And who was he to deny his nature? It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway. Taunting the princess was officially his new favorite pastime. He watched Fia's cheeks pinken, eyes blaze with malice and her fists curl in tight little balls. She was so bent-out-of-shape that she was practically levitating. Cin had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at her- all that animosity because he winked at her. She really needed to learn how to relax. With a menacing glare Fia spun on her heel and fisted Cin's throat; dug in her fingers and squeezed hard enough to prove her point. Though his face was turning red from lack of O2 he still narrowed his golden gaze on her and smirked as if to say It was alllllll worth it, sweetheart. Fia loosed her grip and studied him for an uncomfortable amount of time. There was a fine line between being outstandingly brave and monumentally stupid and she couldn't tell which he was. Then again, it's uncanny how much they parallel. "Do not fuck with me, Cin. You won't win." He thrashed his upper body, "A little female like you shouldn't be playing with a male like me. I don't lose," he hissed. Duly noted. Fia had had her fill of craven males; this male was anything but gutless. Not only did he have an iron will that would be a welcome challenge to break but had a sexy arrogance to back it up. And as much as she wanted to wipe that damn smirk off his face she admired the fact that he still had the balls to antagonize her. And wasn't that sexy as hell. "Know this, Cin- I know what you are and how to contain you." "And just who do you believe I am?" he quirked. "You're from the legendary Order of the Gold Dragons-shape shifters; the fiercest of your kind. Your eyes gave you way; your pupils elongate with your emotions. " He didn't deny it. She nodded at the gold star tattoos on his pecs,"The stars are your dragon colors; and the half sleeve is your lineage." Damn those stars on his pecs were sexy; she wanted to trace them with her tongue. "And those nipple rings- a rite of passage when a male reaches his maturity." No response. "You need to understand something," she shook her head, "You're not going to escape from here; I won't allow it. As long as you wear my Amethyst bands any majickal powers you have are stifled. And besides, you're quite pretty. I rather enjoy looking at you. " "Release me, Fia, or so help me-" Another hollow attempt at powering out of the chains left his wrists bloody and bruised. "What exactly do you plan do to? Bleed on me?" she goaded. A low growling sound rumbled out of his chest and she swore she saw a whiff of smoke curl out one of his nostrils. She shook her head callously. "Let's make a deal. You tell me how to find The City in the Mist and I'll let you go." "Damn, female, you ask too much of me." He scoffed. He'd rather die one thousands deaths than tell her how to find to his home. "Why do you want to go there?" "I'm looking for Pandora's Box." "Pandora's Box?" he mocked. "How can I help you find something that doesn't exist? It's a myth." "All myths start from somewhere; some kernel of truth that's been twisted over the years. Pandora's Box is no different." She said in all earnest. "I can't help you, Princess." As General of the Army of Gold Dragons he was well aware of the ridged rules regarding outsiders being allowed within city walls and had, in fact, enforced those rules on more than one occasion. "Can't or won't?" "Both." His answer came as no surprise. Gold Dragons were notoriously fierce warriors that vehemently protected their lands and kin with legendary savagery. Bringing an outside to the hidden city without permission was forbidden and had severe consequences: Death to the offender. The outsider, if they were lucky, would be allowed to live within the city walls but would never be granted permission to leave. And their conquests hadn't only applied to land. Rumors of their sexual prowess had been just as abundant; unabashed lovers that could quell even the most demanding of appetites. "So be it." Shrugging elegantly, Fia drew back and let the tip of her nose float along his jaw line; her breath feathering over his overly sensitive skin. Chills erupted down Cin's spine when her mouth made contact with his. It was a possessive kiss, hungry and demanding. His hips jerked in surprised when she fisted his cock; his back bowing from the wall. Helpless to stop her, she pumped her hand up and down the steely length spreading the moisture that had accumulated. Cin's nostrils flared- had the smell of Sandalwood and Cocoa just get stronger? "Fucking tease-" He inhaled deeply and shivered. Squeezing his eyes closed he struggled for control, the dragon in him screaming to be let out. Images of things he wanted to do to her flashed in his head. Pin her hands above her head. Mark her. Claim her. Mate with her- The thought of impregnating her made his shaft harden even more. Wring her pretty little neck. This female was unlike any other he had been with. She was totally vexing and sexy as hell; and it was messing with his head. He hated her; hated the fact that she had been torturing him with Dragons Blood; hated the fact that he was attracted to her. And most of all he hated that he was actually enjoying the power play between them. Yeah, ok... stop that thought riiiight there. He really was all kinds of stupid. Throw in a couple of dumb-asses and that would just about cover it. His status at home allowed him the luxury of having females aplenty throwing themselves at his feet. Why couldn't he be satisfied with one of those elite females to settle down with and have a slew of sons with? One who wouldn't challenge him at every turn and try to kick his ass? Nooo. He wanted a female who could stand toe to toe with him and call him out on his bullshit; looking him in the eyes as she did. A female who could get as good as she gave- he wanted the female in front of him and it pissed him off to no end. Her voice cut through his tangled thoughts, he supposed he should probably be paying attention to what she was saying. " -would you prefer to be that male over there?" Fia motioned towards a corner. Three guards were pounding the shit out of a male who; apparently, decided he didn't want to be an adornment anymore. Cin couldn't really blame the guy. He could think of a million things that would be better than hanging like a piece of meat. Realization dawned on him slowly. It was his second in command and best friend, Sebastian, getting tenderized. Great. Just. Fucking. Wonderful. The fighter wouldn't even be in this circumstance if it hadn't been for Cin. The situation started when two soldiers, on a routine patrol, had gone missing. Search and rescue parties had been dispatched but came back empty-handed. No footprints. No belongings. No residue of any majick- Nada. With no other options available Cin made the decision to breach the borders of Castle Peitho. Their objective was simple but one he hadn't relished: Lure a female to a waiting ambush, take her back to camp and coax any information she might have about the missing males out of her. Cin took no pleasure in forcing a female's hand. Not until now, anyway. Now all he wanted to do was force Fia's hand- preferably to his cock. Sebastian had been schlepping it with Cin in that last ditch effort. The fighter's directive was reconnaissance, get the Intel of a female's whereabouts, transmit the information to Cin, and get the fuck out of there. If something went wrong, and Cin was captured, his second was supposed to swoop in, play hero and bail his ass out with calculated precision. The undertaking fell apart when Fia attacked before he could lead her back to the predetermined check point with Sebastian and the waiting squad. That's also when all hell broke loose. He smiled to himself; yep, he was still feeling the effects of that beat down. He should have known his best friend would never just hang back and watch as he was taken captive. Sebastian was his brother in arms and would lay his life down to protect Cin and Cin would do the same. He was going to thoroughly throttle the bastard when they got home. Damn his best friend for having his best intentions at heart. It gutted him, but Cin had to keep a disinterested look plastered on his face as he watched his friend be abused. Cin didn't want to give any indication that he was in any way associated with Sebastian, let alone leading a squad of males. The last thing he wanted was for any male to be used as leverage against him. Gods only knew what these females would do to find out information on how to breach the mist that guarded his beloved home. "I don't like you, dragon." Liar. "You piss me off." Cin met her eyes with his own unnerving gaze, "I don't like you much either but I am still going fuck you. In fact, you'll be begging me to. " Fia walked away, but not before she narrowed her eyes diabolically and bulldozed his head into the wall with a sickening crack. He was positive he was never going to get rid of ache in his head or his cock. *************** *************** Cin had lost track of how long it had been since the last captive had been taken from the wall. His arms ached from being stretched over his head, his cock was throbbing and ribs still sore from the beat- down Fia had given him earlier. How the hell was he supposed to "earn his keep" if he was still chained to the wall? Unless his job was to just look pretty as he hung there. If that was the case- well then- he was doing a damn good job of it... might even ask for a raise. As he brooded on how much longer he would be an adornment two young females, no more than nineteen, watched him tug at the chains, giggling and whispering to each other. It was good to know that he was still a topic of interest. He smiled invitingly at them hoping to entice them to his side. As his luck would have it they just covered their mouths and kept giggling, shying away. Cin rolled his eyes. Of course they would walk away. Why would he think his luck would change now? What a shame, the little red head was cute too. Shifting in his bonds, Cin tore his gaze away from the pretty red head and refocused on the princess, looking for a weakness. He couldn't find any. Not because he wasn't looking hard enough but because the salacious site of her nipples straining against the sheer material of her dress, was distracting him. Why couldn't he be an ass male or a leg male? Hell, even into a female's elbow or nose. The idea of burying his face in those massive globes and falling asleep in all that glorious pillow-y softness appealed to him more that it should've. Sleep... what a novel idea that was. Excluding when he was knocked out, he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept. Sleep was overrated, anyway. He needed to be cognizant to get a better understanding of the layout of the castle and the timing of the guards; listening to gossip couldn't hurt either. Just because he was strung up didn't mean he was deaf; as many of the females seemed to have forgotten. He'd already gotten more tid-bits on palace fodder than he expected and, apparently, shit was about to get real. He was going to have to come up with one hell of an escape plan to make it out in one piece; one that most definitely included Fia. Come hell or high water that little imp was going to take a little walkabout with him whether she wanted to or not. Then she'd be the one hanging on his banquet hall. Now that sounded like a solid plan: Her spread naked and withering in need from Dragon's Blood; her scent filling the room as he teased her. The best part ... denying her her release. Fuck ya- revenge was going to be sweet. He did note that Fia was deep in conversation with an attractive blond; they were both gesturing in his direction and seemed to be in a heated debate. Cin's mood instantly brightened when he saw the blond saunter his way. Her hips were swaying as if they had something to say but her expression was grim. The cynical look in her eyes had him wondering what the conversation was all about. He supposed he'd find out soon enough. "What do you think of our party?" She asked as she came up on him. "Seems like an exciting place." He answered cautiously, not sure if this female was a test or toy. And after the Princess' latest ministrations he wasn't sure he could take anymore teasing. The Princess' tender loving care had him on the razors edge of losing what little control he had left. He was almost grateful that the magik infused bands were keeping him in check. "You should be flattered... for some reason the princess still has an interest in you. Apparently she wanted to keep you on display for as long as possible." "Oh? She likes me does she? Then why'd she send you?" "I'm here to offer you some relief from you particular... situation. A peace offering if you will," she glanced at the jutting member between his legs. "The caveat is that will put on a resounding performance for the princess and her guests." "What's your name?" he inquired. "I'm Lilly, Castle Peitho's Military Advisor." The corners of Cin's mouth curled up. "Sooo, major...?" "Commander." She answered proudly. "So, commander, are you the one responsible for the lack of military presence here tonight?" Her eyebrows popped up. "I do not have the patience the princess has," she warned. "I'd love nothing more than to end you and end this game right now. But I serve my liege just like you will." She answered with utter confidence making it obvious she was only following orders. "And I am not one to be trifled with either, commander. This is a dangerous game you play," he warned. His pupils elongated for a split second. Those eerie Amber eyes traveled down the column of her throat to her ample chest; lingering there in an open challenge. His cock jumped and was all about the hi-how-are-ya when her hand made contact with the fleshy sacs dangling between his legs. She bounced them in her palm as if she were weighing them; apparently, satisfied with her findings because she nodded in approval. He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw cracked; he could feel the dragon in him clawing its way to the surface. His body tingled as if thousands of ants were crawling under his skin. The feeling was not unfamiliar to him and it was usually his body's way of telling him that he better find release soon or things were going to get bloody. The need to fight, fuck and feed would eventually overwhelm him and any bit of rational thought he had left would fly right out of his head. "I've never met a dragon before." She met his stare with one of her own. "If I had my way you'd be in medical right now and we'd be finding out what makes you tick. Is it true that a dragon can change the size of his member at will?" she asked meeting his challenge. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" He ground out. Lilly's fingers leisurely traveled upward, stopping only to linger on his pecs. The taught muscles in his arms and chest instantly relaxed when the clip holding the bands to the chains were released. Cin looked menacingly down at her; his eyes blazed with heat and rebellion. She unconsciously took a step back. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." He snatched Lilly by the biceps, pulling her so high against his chest that her toes barely grazed the ground. Easily quelling any escape she might have attempted. Snarling, he impatiently dragged her to the floor and mounted himself over her. He sincerely hoped that she knew what she getting into to when she agreed to this assignment. The carnal need to mate was blinding and he would not be allowing her any quarter; ruining her so she would never find pleasure from any other male again. Palming his cock he stroked the slick head along her seam until the blunt head found purchase, brutally finding its way in. A violent tremor gnawed up his spine as the straining vice like grip of her pussy clenched down on him. Letting out an evil laugh, he dug his fingers into her hip, almost to the point of bruising, while other hand cranked her hips off the floor by the ankle and tossed her legs over his shoulders. There was too much need; too much sensation; too much of- everything. He didn't need to look in a mirror to know that his irises had narrowed into slim slits and his eyes were gleaming gold. Sex juiced him up and hopefully this tryst would be enough to get him to the point where his majick would be strong enough to break the hold the Amethyst bands had on him. Already he could feel himself getting stronger with each snap of his hips, the glorious energy of his majick zapping through his veins. And even if the abhorrent cuffs hadn't been hindering his majick he could have easily crushed the delicate bones in her ankles. But now... Unrelenting, he picked up the pace, purposely growing longer and thicker in her, voraciously thrusting into her, seeking his own pleasure and leaving Lilly to find her own. Juices poured out of her as she found it, the slick glossiness coated his cock and dripped down her thighs. Her muscles, python tight, clenched down around him milking his cock, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. Just... A few... More... Dragon's Blood Pt. 02 Thrusts... **************** ****************** Plots, treason and deception; all things Fia had to deal with as a princess. Cin was great leverage; everyone seemed to want a piece of him, including the female Fia suspected was trying to assassinate her. Cin didn't know it yet but he was going to play an intricate part in her keeping her throne and bringing down a traitor. With the complicated auctioning of slaves over Fia could now concentrate on the festivities going on around her and amuse herself with her new favorite toy. The bass of Cin's voice reverberated off the walls as he roared out his frustration. He belligerently rose to meet Fia, his thick erection was sex slick and glossy, ricocheting up and down as he stalked towards her. He stood toe to toe with her, glaring down at her with menacing eyes, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, pupils flashing oblong and back, as if they couldn't make up their minds. His big body so bow string tight that Fia could feel the anger rolling off him. "You are making a habit of doing that little princess. You. Will. Regret it." He hissed. The princess had, once again, stifled his release and he was getting pretty damned tired of it. He actually felt his seed welling inside and ready to spray when she had deliberately hauled him off Lilly. "So sure of yourself, are we?" "Abso-fucking-lutely." "Have care, Cin," she warned. "I am still the princess of this realm." Cin gave her a hard stare, his eyes dancing dangerously, and a tick worked in his jaw. Reluctantly, he sketched an elegant bow and dropped to his knee. "Forgive me for my insolence," the words burned like acid in this throat. "Is this what you are after little princess?" It was the one and only time he'd ever been on his knees in supplication and vowed he would never kneel again. He sized up the elegant hand stretched out before him and raised an eyebrow. Really? At least he could use this opportunity to his advantage and finally get some leverage over her. Reluctantly he placed a chaste kiss on the heavy onyx ring she wore on her ring finger before nimbly turning her hand over placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Shivers went through Fia as Cin's teeth nipped and sucked each finger before staggering baby kisses to her elbow. She was so distracted by his whiskered cheek tickling the sensitive flesh of her inner arm that she hadn't noticed he'd sucked the potion ring off her finger and slipped the pilfered ring under his waist band. She eyed him with appreciation. "I see that you can learn to heel," the fingers on her other hand curled into the silky hair at the nape of his neck. Looking up from his knees he plucked the shoulders of the dress down, freeing her breasts from the confining material; his mouth watering to kiss them. "I can your highness." "They tempt you, don't they?" She quirked an eyebrow, "Were you thinking about them while you were hanging so prettily on my wall?" A nip to the underside of her breasts, "Were you thinking of what's between my legs while I was hanging there?" She tisked. "Deflection, Cin? It doesn't become you." "Is that so?" His hot breath feathered over her protruding nipple, watching in fascination as it crinkled tighter. "You will come to heel again." Do I really want him to? She shamelessly dragged her shin against the twin sacs that undulated between his legs. "Will I?" Had his voice just dropped an octave? "Without a doubt," Making sure no one would be able to hear the exchanged she whispered in his ear, "And yes, I did think about what it would feel like to have your cock in me." "Why don't we find out now, princess? "He asked thumbing her nipple, his hips twisting on her shin. "Think you're up for it, dragon? You've had so much Dragon's Blood I'll be very disappointed if this is over before it begins." Snatching her hand he guided it to his shaft, holding it steadfast when she tried to pull away. His frenzied gold eyes met her stormy grey ones. The look he gave her was so raw and primal that it gave her pause. Had she finally pushed him too far? "Feel how ready I am for you. In fact you might not want me to be so primed your first time." He warned. Embracing his cock she gave it a light squeeze feeling no give to the substantial piece of flesh. "Mine." Fia whispered. One glossy eyebrow arched up, "Are you sure about that, Princess?" "Yes." "Then ride your male, Princess, I know you're hungry." he breathed, expanding his brawny arms out to the side giving her cart blanch to explore. Pushing him to his back, his velvety harness nudged her thighs as she crawled up his body and straddled his hips, wantonly rubbing the seam of her pussy on his cock. Fia's unique scent hit Cin like a jackhammer. His oversensitive olfactory worked double time; the heady combination of her sex and unique pheromones practically made him dizzy. He groaned, voluntarily tilting his head giving her better access to his neck when she dove in; sucking until a soft purple marked him as hers. He growled low in his throat and bit down on those thoroughly chewable erect nipples of hers; spending several minutes exploring the contrast between the smooth eraser like texture of the nipple and the tight ridges of the aureole. He stretched her nipples out with his teeth until she pulled so hard on his hair that he swore she had just torn some hair out. Easing up, he swirled his tongue around the tight nub, taking away the sting. Claiming what was rightfully hers, Fia hungrily pulled Cin's head tight to her mouth; into a kiss that was so hot and demanding that it seared Cin to the core of his being. Cin bit down on her lip, forcing her mouth open; his invading tongue pillaging her mouth. Cin cupped her jaw and his thumb delicately moved over it, his breathe light on her cheek and his fingertips lightly brushing down the long column of her throat, scorching her hypersensitive skin. "Touch yourself, Princess. Show your male how you like to be touched." Dipping her head slightly, Fia slid her hand down her concave stomach and inserted her finger into the sticky wet folds rubbing the swollen nub in small circles and rocking on her hand; mewling softly. Cin watched, with a casual interest he didn't feel, as liquid drizzled onto to her fingers making them glossy. "Good girl." Feeling her erratic heartbeat his big hand paused for half a breath when it moved over her sternum. Game on. Sitting up he wrapped one steely arm around her waist and slowly maneuvered her to her back; the sheer size of his muscled thighs made her spread her legs obscenely wide to accommodate him. Once in the cradle of her thighs he laced his fingers with hers and stretched her arms above her head. She looked ravishing with all that luxurious velvety skin spread out under him; just right for his taking. And in any other circumstance he would not have hesitated to spend hours locked in that cradle feasting on all that glorious skin with tongue and teeth. It almost made him regret what he was going to have to do next. Almost. Fia froze as she looked into the face of an unleashed predator: Cin's expression was cold and stony; eyes blazing and savage, pupils that were so thin that only a slight line of black in the middle kept them from being totally Amber; power radiating off him in menacing waves. With aberrant speed he dispatched the mechanism in her armband and released the hidden palm sized dagger from its holster. The deadly blade flashed in the light a heartbeat before cold steel met the warm flesh of her neck. "I can play dirty too, princess. Play time is over." Abruptly Cin fisted her hair, yanked her head back and kissed her crudely. "You wanted me to put on a good show and I have." With his mouth close to her ear he growled, "Now release me." Was that male out of his ever-loving-mind? Maybe all the Dragon's Blood had finally got to him. He couldn't honestly believe that she would voluntarily release him. Even if she wanted to she couldn't. His antics had drawn the attention of most of the party-goers and they were clamoring to catch a glimpse of the male chastening their princess. Her leadership abilities were already in question and letting that male go now would be a sign of weakness. As it were, she was not sure she would be able to censure the humiliation that he had already caused her. Losing control to a male, no way. Losing control of a male that she had openly claimed as hers... Inexcusable. "Now, princess- don't make me hurt you." he commanded impatiently; shifting the lethal blade a hairsbreadth from her skin. Fearlessly she locked eyes with his and leaned into the point of the blade. A bead of blood welled up at the tip. "You know I can't do that." Stupid female! Don't force my hand. "Then let the male who just got pummeled go free. He's in need of medical attention." Cin insisted. If Cin wouldn't be release he might as well barter for Sebastian's freedom. Cin knew his chances to be rescued would be doubled if he could get his friend free; and just might save the fighters life too. At last glance Sebastian's bloody and bruised body had been hanging limply against the wall. A guard had pried open his mouth and poured, what Cin only could assume was Dragon's Blood down his throat. His cock had grown stiff, and despite whatever pain he was in he was rocking his hips as if looking for relief. The chains seemed to be the only thing keeping him from sliding down the wall and into the pool of blood that had accumulated at his feet. "We have adequate medical help here, he'll live. Do you really think you can escape here?" she asked earnestly, "Look around; those guards are ready to take your head off. You're a smart male. Do you honestly think they'd let you escape after you've threaten and humiliated their princess?" He glanced around and realized sentinels had closed in on him with weapons at the ready. He knew the odds were going to be slim when he decided to make his move but he had hoped that everyone would be so distracted by the goings-on that they wouldn't have even noticed him slipping out with Fia. The females had been moving males in and out of the hall and into private alcoves all night. Once again he had underestimated these females. It would not happen again. "Don't be a pussy, Dragon," she growled, leaning into the blade more until a rivulet of blood rolled down her neck. "Either kill me or surrender the fucking blade." Cin got eerily calm. His eyes had stopped dancing and his muscles relaxed just an infinitesimal amount. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all. Cin howled out his chagrin and plunged the tip of the dagger in the wood precariously close to Fia's ear. The onyx handle laughing at him as it wagged back and forth. Pissed-off, Cin raised his hands in surrender and snarled at her. Tossing Lilly a don't-fucking-touch-me look he angrily shrugged off the death grip she had on his bicep. His Amber eyes burned into the Princess as he voluntarily put his arms behind his back and allowed the general to restrain him. "That's twice you've walked away from me, Princess. There won't be a third!" he warned looking over his shoulder. Dragon's Blood Skimming his fingers up the flawless skin of her arm, he deliberately slid the wispy material down to expose her smooth shoulder. Pulling the material down agonizingly slow, baring her to the waist. The back of his hands skillfully brushed along her rib cage. His hungry eyes watched intently as her nipples burst free from the confining material causing his whole body to go up in flames. "I'm glad, because you're going to be my toy." she whispered, her breathing becoming more labored with each expert touch. He weighed a breast in each hand, "Oh? You like big toy's princess? Are you sure you're ready to play?" "Oh? I love--" he rolled her nipples between his fingers and twisted them making her gasp loudly and abruptly cutting off her words. Her fingers bit into his bicep, making half moons on his skin, as she gripped him tightly trying to keep herself steady on her unexpected shaky legs. Cin's eyes shimmered with a villainies glint; he was pleased with her reaction- very pleased. Reaching out, he guided her hand to his pulsating erection, hissing at the sweet sensation of her cool hand wrapping around his heated length. He was so big that her small hand couldn't even fit all the way around him; he was as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm. He felt like velvet-covered steel and she could actually feel it pulsing in her hand; could feel it growing longer and harder as she maneuvered the veiny shaft with measured strokes. "Have you played with a toy like this?" The scoundrel in him growled as he ground the fat head of his erection into her palm. "No, but I have to tell you, I'm looking forward to It." Smugly she moved her free hand up his chest until it curled around his neck; their bodies pressed tight together as they amorously stared each other down. "Me too, Princess, me too," his voice a low purr in her ear. His arm looped around her waist and he twisted her in his grip so her back was pressed tight to his chest. His erection settled at the small of her back- They both groaned. His other hand smoothly slid from her waist and abruptly, filled his hands with her overflowing breasts. Her skin impulsively heated up and she could only imagine what his hands would feel like on the rest of her body. "You have the most beautiful breasts..." his voice trailed off huskily. Her eyes fluttered close and her head plopped back against his chest as his hand gently pinched her swollen ripe nipples. Her breasts felt heavy in his hands and seemed to almost double in size. His unshaven jaw rasped against her hair and tickled her cheek as he dipped his mouth down and nibbled on the hollow of her neck, shivers of sensual delight went straight to her sex. She was going to step way, to stop the seduction. Any time now- "Admit it, Princess; you want to feel me inside of you. You want to feel my big cock buried deep inside of you. Filling you. Stretching you. Pleasuring you. Say it. Say 'I want you to fuck me, Cin,'" his voice low and throaty. He closed his fingers on the tight peaks at the exact moment he bit down harder on to her neck, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. Fuck, he knew, he knew what she wanted. "Nothing to say, Princess?" He chided," You know you want to say it. Especially now that you've seen me-"Another pinch to her nipples and bite to the neck, "-It is, after all, the reason you were hunting me, isn't it? So I can fuck you? So I can strip you naked and make you cum so many times that you lose count. Or is it to make love to you nice and slow and deep, looking into your eyes? Or do you want me to take you from behind, fucking you like the animal I am? Showing you no mercy. Making you cry out from the pleasure of my cock buried so deep inside your cunt that you'll be able to taste me." Her body trembled in his arms. "I bet that's how you like it, isn't it, Princesses? To be fucked nice and hard from behind; loosing yourself in sensation, just letting go." No! Yes- she did want that. She did want to be fucked until she was completely sated; until she was too exhausted to move. Until her body was sweat slicked and ached in places she didn't know existed. Silence. Abruptly, one hand slipped from her breast and cupper her snugly, intimately, between her legs, grinding her ass back against his erection. A loud whimper escaped from her as she melted back against his body. She was captured against his body, his big hand warm between her legs, his silky hair falling over her shoulder. Hand still snug between her legs, pressing her relentlessly back against his hard-on, he splayed his other hand against her jaw and turned her head, guiding her lips to his. His mouth sealed over her: Intensely erotic. Possessive. Dominant. She was drowning in sensation, the feel of his mouth on hers, the swollen hardness of him against her ass, the heat of his big hand between her legs; her clit throbbing in time with her erratic heartbeat. "It's ok, Princess, you don't have to say it now, I understand," Fisting her hair and tilting her head up so she had no choice but to lock eyes with him, "but, I can assure you... you will say my name." Oh, she would say his name, along with many other things, he vowed. He loved the sexual power play between a male and female, to watch the changes in the female body as she trembled with desire while he broke down her defenses. He wanted his females to be submissive but he wanted to earn that submissiveness; to take her to the edge over and over until she was begging for release. And then only allowing it if it suited him to do so. And the princess would beg. She would beg him to stop, to continue, to fuck her harder to slow down... to come and come and come. But not yet. He really must have gotten hit in the head a lot harder than he thought because he abruptly hustled her away from him. He really was an idiot. It was completely against his nature to dismiss her but he played the game well and only wanted to give her a taste of the pleasure that he could give her. No...no...no! Not yet, please don't stop! No male had ever unnerved Fia like this before. He really was living up to his name; sin. And that's exactly what he was, pure sin. She didn't loose her composure... ever. But one more minute of his hand at her core and she would have shattered in his hand right where she stood. Yet, in an odd way, she was thankful that he had pushed her away. She wasn't sure she would have been able walk away from him on her own. She lived in a matriarchal society; a society where women dominated the group and the preeminence of women is seen as absolute. The perceptions, needs, and desires of women have primacy. As a princess she was at the top of the food chain and had to live by example. She damn sure couldn't show any kind of weakness in front of her followers. And this little breach of etiquette most definitely qualified as a showing of weakness. "So where is this banquet?" His voice was raspy and unsteady as he quickly changed the subject; trying to take his mind off the fact that his cock was painfully hard. Her hands trembled with a mix of frustration and excitement as she attempted to pull her dress back up over her shoulder "In the great hall." She murmured, turning to face him with glassy unfocused eyes. His eye brows popped up, "In front of your tribe?" He grinned arrogantly. "In front of everyone, slave. I'm going to put you on display and auction you off, along with the other males, to entertain my guests." She said on a slow exhale. "You will entertain my guests in any manner they see fit. Slaves earn their keep here. If you want to eat I suggest you give my guests what they want." She warned. "Oh...one more thing; and this is just for my own amusement-" she said off handedly, as she turned on her heel and headed out the cell door, slamming it loudly behind her. "-I'm keeping you on the Dragons Blood." She said grinning evilly knowing the side effects would be torture for him. "I can deal with that. Fun when a woman bites off more than she can chew." He taunted, his eyes hungrily roaming her breasts again. Inwardly he cringed. The thought of a constant diet of Dragons Blood made his blood run cold. The stuff was great in small doses but too much could make a male go insane with lust. The slightest touch would be amplified by ten and his whole body would be a painful erogenous zone. He wasn't looking forward to his cock being excruciatingly hard for hours. He'd witnessed many a male suffer from the effects; the need for release was so strong that base animal instincts to breed would kick in and the male would rut with the closest male or female to him; willing or not. "You might change your mind after tonight." She said dismissively. He respectively inclined his head, "Well, you know where I'm at, princess-"he gave her one last lingering look, "- should you change your mind. "