by Tara Gill
There were many names that I had heard people use for it. But I was not sure which was right. “No.”
“It is called a cock. Say it Lena, say it with your pretty little mouth.”
“Cock,” I mouthed. “I like it.”
“Believe me, my cock likes you too,” he said with a suggestive smile and a wink.
Shaking my head at him, I went back to my exploration with a smile. There was no hair at his base, but I could see glimmers of scales under his skin. From what I had observed last night, they showed up when Drekk was feeling heightened passion. Below his member his testicles hung smooth and heavy. I touched one with my finger and he groaned.
"Are these sensitive too?”
"Yes,” Drekk bit out. “They are very sensitive. A male's seed is produced in those sacs, so they're precious to him. And to his female too, if she wants any young ones." He peered at me.
"I see." I breathed in the musk of his sacs and licked all over them. He held very still as I pulled an entire sac into my mouth and suckled. He shouted. A thin film of perspiration enveloped his body.
I pulled away. “Did that hurt?"
"No. Don't stop." His trousers vanished, and he spread his legs wider to give me better access. I hid a smile and took turns sucking both his ball sacs until he was trembling beneath me.
Drekk’s voice was hoarse, and his hands were now fisted tight in my hair. "Little one, are you done experimenting? I fear I cannot hold on much more."
"Wait. I want to be good at this.” I returned my attention to his member. One of my hands held his balls, gently petting them. He put a hand over mine and hefted them pulling them away from his body.
When I looked at him in enquiry, he shrugged. His upper lip was dewy. "Holding my balls like that keeps me from spewing too early. Alas but you have a wicked effect on my control little one."
I was pleased to hear that and couldn’t help smiling.
He gave a wry laugh. “I am glad that this makes you happy. Now hurry or I'll take over.” Clearly Drekk couldn’t hold on much more. But before it was over, I wanted to try sucking his member. I had heard that it gave a man pleasure like nothing else.
Returning to his member I slowly sucked it in, hollowing my mouth as I had been told to by a few experienced girls. Moving up his shaft, I pulled back when it was time for me to breathe. With every attempt, I moved higher along his shaft until he was at the opening to my throat.
Drekk was groaning steadily. His hands twisted at my hair and his thighs were shaking. I pulled off his cock and said, “My jaw aches. Can’t you do something to relieve it, like you did last night to reduce my pain?"
Immediately my jaw was pain-free and relaxed. Drekk urged me to hurry in a choked voice.
Taking a deep breath, I sucked Drekk till he was at my throat and like I'd heard I swallowed around him. Drekk shouted. I'd been prepared for what I'd been told would follow. Stilling I let my throat grow comfortable around him. When I needed air, I pulled away.
Meanwhile Drekk was swearing. It sounded like vicious curses in some language I didn't even know. I wanted to learn them. His hands were now clawed, and he had torn the bedsheets to shreds. Fangs lined his mouth. His shadowy leather wings were out, and his torso glowed.
"Take me love, take all of me,” he was repeating deliriously rocking his hips into me in little uncontrolled movements.
Well, I was trying to.
It was only my first time. But I was reveling in the attempt and the effect it had on Drekk. I repeated my effort. This time I kept Drekk in my throat longer and let him go a bit deeper.
“Hurry,” he managed in a tortured voice. Drekk had taken his hand away from my hair for fear he would lose control. Both clawed hands clenched on the torn bedsheets. His cock continued to push into me with little movements, though he tried his best to stay still for hear he would hurt me.
In the next try, I allowed him deeper into my throat and swallowed.
Drekk yelled out in a guttural voice, “Lena I cannot hold back anymore!” and pulled away.
Stay. I want to taste your seed.
With an incoherent groan of defeat, Drekk spewed deep into my throat. His seed felt scalding as it spilled into my belly. I could feel my heat reducing— his essence had lessened the intensity. He fell on his back on the bed, chest pumping like bellows. His hands covered his face as he slowly regained control.
So good, love.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Panting, I laid my head on his thigh. One of his hands came over to rest over my head, mussing up my hair. Sneakily, I peeked into his mind, figuring he’d be distracted now.
His mind was so alien and scary that I didn't venture more than a peep. But I could sense mindless satisfaction, awe and loss of control. The dragon had become senseless with pleasure for a while and it was all because of me.
I felt a bit smug.
Drekk laughed out loud.
Oh, little one. We're going to have such fun. And yes, my seed does have some magical essence but so do your sexual fluids.
Really? Does that have something to do with the heat? Because I feel less driven now.
Ah, the heat. I know you have questions for me and I would set your curious mind at peace. The answers are not far. But for now, let us sleep. You have utterly wrung me out, woman.
Proud and happy, I fell asleep held tight in a dragons' arms, queen of his black castle.
Chapter Seven
Loud voices woke me up. I sat up alone in our bed, blinking sleep away.
A resounding male voice boomed through the castle walls. "Lord Drekk of Dragonhaeme Fyer, the Watching Dragons seek consent to enter your lands and for mind speak.”
Drekk was missing. I was in our bed, the furnishings restored to their original state. Not knowing what was going on, I rushed to the large window only to gawk at the two gigantic dragons circling in front of our castle.
One was golden-brown and looked as brutal as Drekk in his dragon form. The other was leaner, more streamlined with vicious spikes running from its head to the tip of the tail. It was swamp green and probably lived in a world where the color would make for excellent camouflage.
As I watched, Drekk exited the castle and scrutinized the dragons, hands on hips. He bowed to them. They communicated through mind speak. I could sense it, the hair on my arms and nape standing up at the magic reeking the air.
I wasn’t the only one responding to the magic, though. As I watched wide-eyed, the territory extended in every direction. Mountains soared into the upper atmosphere, lakes became wider, possibly deeper. Trees grew taller. More and more flocks of birds appeared in the sky and the volcano started to spew sooty smoke.
My eyes widened. Maybe this was why dragons lived far apart and only one dragon lived in a Dragonhaeme. Otherwise the land would simply break apart under the burden of so much magic.
Speaking of dragons, the two enormous beasts wheeled and landed in front of Drekk, transforming in a flash into two massively large men. Drekk said something and gestured to the open castle doors. They made their way in.
I wondered who they were to Drekk. Oh well, Drekk would tell me and I trusted that if it was okay for me to meet them, it would happen.
Indeed, I was a bit shaken. Like most people, I had never seen a dragon in my life—and in this week I had laid eyes on three. Awed and wondering at this turn in my life, I sat there staring out the window for a few minutes till my bodily needs recalled me.
In the luxurious bathroom I relieved myself. A gentle waterfall flowed out from a high opening in the wall, with waters that clearly came from a hot spring. I washed quickly and came out slipping on a creamy silk robe. It had hung on the back of a door that opened into a dressing room I hadn’t noticed before.
The dressing room did not have any sign of my old outfit—which was no big loss. Its doors turned out to hold many lovely gowns in delicate silks, gauzy materials, richly embroidered or brocaded material in jewel tones and pastels.
However, th
ese weren't what I was used to. Nor would they be conducive to flying in a dragon’s arms. I spied an outfit quite similar to Drekk’s garb. Slipping on under pants and a breastband, I pulled on black leather pants, a white full-sleeved tunic, boots and belt. My hair I brushed out and left loose.
I frowned. Did my hair look longer or was I imagining things? I inspected myself in the mirror. My eyes shone, and my skin glowed with vitality.
The bite on my neck had healed but it had left a mark that could not be hidden in most outfits. In this one however—I buttoned up my tunic fully—it would remain hidden.
When Drekk entered the room, I scowled at him in the mirror.
He noticed. “What is the matter, love?"
Love? I was his love. I kind of melted after that but endeavored to keep a scowly face. "You marked me,” I said pointing to my neck.
"And you hid it," Drekk came to me and pulled the collar down. He looked rather self-satisfied at the evident mark.
Entering my dressing room, he reappeared with a different tunic. It was also white but sleeveless, with a wider neck that left my shoulders and neck exposed. No one could miss the mark on my neck in this outfit.
"Wear this now, little one and come down. I have some old friends I'd like you to meet," Drekk said.
I changed in front of him, grumbling under my breath.
His eyes devoured my skin. "When my guests leave, I will have you unclothed again. Its a crime to hide such beauty with these drab clothes meant for a male to wear."
"That’s all very well. But why does it matter that your mark be visible when I meet your dragon friends?" I asked as he led me away from the room.
"Oh. Did you see my visitors come in then? You know that dragons can be jealous, covetous creatures. I trust my guests. They are of renown and honor. Still, knowing you are my single greatest treasure may trigger primitive impulses in them to conquer or simply take. It is better that matters of possession are made clear at the outset."
Okay. Now I was nervous.
Also, I was his possession? The words I had expected were different—something like beloved or lover.
Was I okay with being his possession? After some self-examination, I decided I was, especially if I was his greatest and most treasured one. Besides language often meant different things to those from disparate cultures and ages. Drekk wasn't from this time. His instincts were different from those of many males I had met. I would be patient while trying to understand his world as I sensed his intentions towards me were good.
I entered the masculine study on Drekk’s arm. The two men I had observed earlier were there. One was seated in a heavy armchair and the other looked out of the window. The seated man stood to greet me and the other man walked over. They both loomed over me, as large in stature as Drekk.
I moved a bit closer to Drekk.
"So, this is the one you woke for," said the large one with golden brown hair. He had a grim outlook and a craggy, weather worn face and he looked over me appraisingly.
The other male had dark hair and eyes with a touch of green scales at his temples. His aspect was more cheerful, and he bowed. "Good winds to you Lady. It is a pleasure to meet you here in Lord Drekk’s Dragonhaeme."
Drekk slid an arm around my waist in reassurance and nodded to them. "These are old friends of mine, love. This is Lord Balen and Lord Merrick. Comrades, this is my Lena.”
“It is good to meet you.” I was curtsying to them, when I felt a touch of magic trying to sidle into my mind.
With a roar, Drekk lunged clear across the room. Teeth bared and nose to nose, he growled into Lord Merrick’s face. “Do you make so bold as to provoke me in my own hall? You dare taint what is mine with your dishonorable magic, Merrick!"
Merrick backed away, arms held up. "My apologies, Master Drekk. I only sought to know there was no vile enchantment here set out to entrap you. Just so our other dragon brothers have been inveigled and as watchers we would be remiss in not doing our duties."
Drekk scowled. “Your scans are not necessary for we are mind-joined. I know all that Lena is and she may know all that I am anytime she gains the courage to do so."
I glanced up at him, startled.
"You are mind-joined? Then it is true. A dragonheart is found again!” breathed Lord Balen in awe. “This is a day beyond all our hopes indeed!”
I didn’t understand anything. Both Balen and Merrick’s faces were full of wonder, even joy. As I gaped, both fell to their knees in front of me.
"I beg pardon for my distrust, Lady Lena,” said Merrick.
"Yes, forgive us our doubts. With all our hearts, we rejoice that the oldest one has found his true happiness after such an age. May the Eternal Flame bless you both with every happiness,” said Lord Balen sounding a bit choked.
"Um. I forgive you, you can get up now," I said faintly. “Thank you." They didn’t get up, they were looking at Drekk who looked quite content to let them kneel before me.
I pinched his behind. He jerked and gaped at me. With a scowl, I indicated the men.
Tell them they can get up.
With a sigh as if I was spoiling all his fun, Drekk said coldly, “You may rise.”
On impulse, I held out a palm to each of them. They each took a hand reverently and gently kissed it. Tiny charges stung at me at the points of contact, not unlike the tingle I felt when Drekk touched me. This was not seductive but rather like a cold awakening slap on my face.
The men seemed to feel it too. They rose as one and almost involuntarily tried to pull me to them. Merrick’s pull was stronger.
Instantly Drekk was in front of me, pushing me behind his body, glaring at them.
"Master Drekk, we could sense...,"said Merrick.
"We could sense the magicks in her...," finished Lord Balen.
Drekk made a motion to them with his hand that I couldn’t see. He turned to me. “Lena, I have arranged a meal for you in our chambers. You have not broken your fast today. Go eat and I will join you as my guests leave."
I wanted to stay and hear more to understand all this weirdness. But I knew Drekk wouldn't have it. Eavesdropping from outside the door was also a no-no as Drekk—and probably the other dragons—would smell me.
Like a good girl, I said my good-byes and left. Though not before Balen and Merrick vowed to me that I could call on them if ever in distress and they would do everything in their power to aid me.
Confused, I looked at Drekk. He was expressionless.
I will explain everything later little one. Now go eat.
I left bewildered and unsettled.
In our room there was now a delicate table and chair, placed next to the large windows. A plate lay on it filled with all my favorite foods: spiced meat, bread rolls, honey cake and seafood salad, along with a goblet of pink wine. In spite of the confusing events of this morning, I beamed. I loved how much attention that dragon paid to the smallest details when it came to taking care of me.
However, I was more curious about the conversation below than hungry. Never let it be said that I could not find a way to acquire what I truly desired. Careful to use the path previously used, I snuck into Drekk’s mind like the thief I was.
I had to be careful. His mind was vast, and I was afraid I would lose my bearings and be unable to find my way back. There were magical barriers and tricky mental traps in his mind. Avoiding going very far, I hid near the very surface and listened stealthily.
"Lord Drekk, your faith did not go in vain. We are filled with joy for you and will spread the news among our brethren—the waking ones at least. We fear more are now asleep than awake. Your news will give fresh hope to all," said Lord Balen.
"We will add additional protection spells around your Dragonhaeme, Master Drekk. Any creature with a malevolent intent should not be able to enter this land. It will also alert the Watchers so that we can investigate in case of trouble. What is precious to you is precious now to us all and we would not have you lose your treasure," added Merrick.
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"Lose it?!" snarled Drekk. “Let anyone come to try and take Lena away from me. Nothing will be left of them—not even a speck of their own foul matter.
“However, I may have news of the hunters. I know the Watchers have done their duty well and the hunters are all but destroyed. But a remnant still exists. It needs to be obliterated and I will send word that may aid you in this task.”
The dragons looked surprised.
“We will await your assistance in this, Master Drekk. It is true that while the hunters have been eliminated, a seed still remains that could grow again. We seek their demise and chase them across all worlds. Any knowledge that may hasten the hunters’ end is welcome,” said Lord Balen with a bow.
"Historically it has always been the period before joining that there was danger to the young female dragonhearts. Once the joining happened, protection was never a concern. You may lay additional spells on my Dragonhaeme if you wish. But Lena is safe here,” said Drekk.
Why were they talking of the dragonhearts and me in the same breath? And they were laying protection spells around this place just for me? I was in danger?
I frowned, deep in thought. The men shook elbows in a warriorlike greeting and departed with good wishes and promises of protection.
“Much felicitations to Lady Lena and you both. Cherish her, Eldest, as your own heart, and be blessed," said Lord Balen before he left.
Chapter Eight
Wait, the Dragonheart was a person? And she was me? Or I was her?
Not understanding any of it, I decided to confront Drekk about what I’d heard.
Meanwhile I was starving and made inroads into the delicious meal awaiting me. Drekk entered the chamber and sat next to me at the table, a goblet of brew appearing before him. The morning light fell on us through the wide-open windows.
"Not hungry?" I asked him.
"I went hunting this morning before you rose." Drekk took over feeding me, pulling me onto his lap. When I was full I indicated so.
He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom.