by Daila Wright
“I say we have at least a few weeks’ worth of decorating yet. And then maybe you can show me around your favorite places. That probably will take another few weeks, right?”
A breath-taking smile crept across his face as the words registered in his brain. He then shook his head and blinked, before clasping her hand in both of his.
“You should get ready. The surprise will be here soon.”
He went to get off the sofa, before pausing, then pulling Xanthia close and planting a gentle, feathery kiss upon her lips. Her heart fluttered strangely from the tender contact. His hands cupped her cheeks, and he kissed, not expertly, but patiently, waiting to see what she did next.
Well, Xanthia wasn’t exactly an expert on kissing, either. So, she went along with it, close-mouthed at first, enjoying the rubbery texture of his lips brushing over hers, and closing her eyes to sink into the moment.
She wanted to float away in that fragment of time, drift into the sky and take him with her, and drink in the warm, shivering feeling inside her forever, but she forced herself away, cleared her throat, and said, “I…”
“Yeah,” Mokkan said, appearing slightly dazed. “Go dress. No distract.”
“No distract,” Xanthia agreed.
She shot away from the sofa before she changed her mind and dragged him with her, to explore the feelings further, to see just exactly how far they might go.
She knew it was improper for her to do so, but she no longer felt like a princess of the Hundred Kingdoms. She felt like a princess of the Wilderness.
A princess with a touch of feral blood in her.
Maybe I’m more like my sister than I realized.
Chapter Four
Clad in an iridescent yellow dress, Xanthia watched from the living room as Mokkan introduced three people into his home. The cauldron hissed in the kitchen, minutes away from completing its set menu, and Xanthia gasped when she saw Ruelle as part of the crowd.
“Ah, good to see you! Good to see you! Oh, Gallius, don’t you have your princess with you?”
The blond-haired shifter shook his head, dark eyes crinkled in amusement. “No. I’m afraid I haven’t house-broken her enough yet to justify bringing her along. She might disrupt the dinner.”
“Ah, shame. She’s a new one, yes?” Mokkan led the dragon through, and Xanthia didn’t take her eyes off her sister, a myriad of feelings bursting inside. Elation. Appreciation for Mokkan. Relief Ruelle was okay. Puzzlement Ruelle was still with a dragon. Ruelle spotted her sister and started waving frantically, grinning like a loon.
“Yes. I stole her from a careless Quester. She was by far the noisiest I’ve ever dealt with, so I hired a voice stealer to take her voice. Called Vanessa, I believe. One of them central kingdom types.”
Xanthia started laughing, making everyone turn to her in confusion.
“Vanessa… I believe she used to be one I owned. Before I was defeated.”
“Oh!” Gallius appeared embarrassed. “I didn’t know that!”
“No worries. I’m better off without. Believe me,” Mokkan said, grinning. Gallius nodded in apparent relief, and Ruelle trotted over to her older sister, short blonde hair bouncing with her stride.
“Hey, Xanthia. I’m glad you’re okay.” Ruelle awkwardly stepped forward for a hug, and Xanthia accepted it with warmth.
“Hey. Ruelle. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you in the past. You didn’t deserve it. About calling you a freak and whatever.”
“Hey! Calm down. Don’t get the confession roses yet,” Ruelle replied, smirking in that irritating way. “How come you haven’t been rescued yet?”
“Gallius’ princess persuaded the Questers that I was already free, after they locked me in a closet. I got freed by intelligent mice, so it’s okay. But I’m probably not going to be on the Quest menu for a while.”
“Oh.” Ruelle sniggered, holding a hand over her mouth, as Xanthia heard Mokkan address the other dragon as Kerric.
“What about you, then?” Xanthia asked, now holding her arm out for her younger sister. It felt good to see a familiar face, and it filled Xanthia with happiness.
“Oh. Um. I had a curse – another one placed on me that I couldn’t leave my dragon, or I’d die. I had to fight my Questers or persuade them to go away.”
“Oh, wow,” Xanthia said, eyes wide.
“It’s okay. I got over it. And Kerric’s such a sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
Seated around the table as Mokkan brought over the food, Xanthia noted Ruelle’s subtle interactions with Kerric, the nudges under the table, the hand touches, the general flirting that convinced her that those two were a little more than just dragon and princess.
The mystery meat food with vegetables tasted delicious, and the behaviour of Ruelle and Kerric made Xanthia’s mind float back to that incident on the sofa. The lingering stares. The wrought desire, barely contained in their eyes. Mokkan taking that black and white suit off so Xanthia could see the tightly packed muscles and feel them glide over her.
The desire whipped itself up until Xanthia felt as if she couldn’t stand it. It took everything in her willpower to smile and act normal, while her feverish mind kept sifting through various scenarios of getting Mokkan to strip, and getting him to take her virginity, usually reserved for marriage to a prince.
For all she knew, Mokkan might be a prince in his own right.
And what he did here, to find Ruelle and bring her over without telling Xanthia – what a wonderful surprise. It made her smile.
Mostly, the dragons talked about the Wilderness, about other clans and notable raids along the kingdoms. Ruelle and Xanthia were in the same boat when it came to knowledge of their kingdom, and when Xanthia regaled her tale under the hands of Vanessa and her cronies, Ruelle just sat there shaking her head, before laughing when understanding the same princess got caught again.
“Seriously, she deserves to never be rescued. Locking you in a closet? What is wrong with her to do that?”
“I know, right?” Xanthia nodded vigorously, a mix of guilt and happiness swimming in her from how, well… not freakish Ruelle was.
I was a Vanessa to her. But she’s not taking it to heart. She’s… a better person than me.
“We should come around more often,” Kerric said, rubbing his hands. “You have a wonderful place here. It’s so professional.”
“Thank you,” Mokkan said, beaming with pride. “Xanthia and I worked on it together, when the Questers trashed it. She turned her tower into something like an inn.”
“Ready for all the parties you’ll be hosting in the future,” Xanthia said with a wink.
Gallius slapped Mokkan’s back, impressed. “You got yourself a keeper, here! I wish all the princesses I’ve had before were like these two. You’re sisters, right? Maybe you had a good family?”
“You could say that,” Ruelle murmured. “As far as dysfunctional royal families go, anyway.”
“I was a total bitch to her,” Xanthia admitted. “I used to call her a freak. But now, well, I’m a freak too. I can’t hold that to her anymore.”
Ruelle held her hand for a moment, a little teary-eyed.
“Well, we better get going,” Kerric announced. “But I’d love to come around again.”
“I have a game we can play, too,” Gallius said. “But you know how it is, trying to get enough people to sit around the table and play…”
With a last hug from Ruelle, the guests left, with promises to come over again. Xanthia assured Gallius he never needed to bring Vanessa over. Ever.
Alone at last, with nothing to inhibit her thoughts, Xanthia stalked right over to Mokkan, seized him by the hand, and dragged him to his bedroom. His expression turned from surprise to understanding rapidly, and when she slammed the bedroom door and draped her arms about his waist, he leaned forward to kiss her. It was at first soft, before intensifying, pressing his lips hard onto hers, tongue flicking, seeking hers.
Cheeks burning, Xanthi
a moaned as the heat swarmed through her, coiling in fiery passion in her stomach. It flared so strongly that she thought she might boil to cinders with nothing remaining of her emotions but ashes. It didn’t take long for her to peel off his clothes and for him to do the same, and they tottered into the bedsheets, rolling and grasping at each other in hunger.
Her life back in the kingdoms felt so far away, so insignificant, in light of the things they’d achieved together. In a way, she had Vanessa’s spitefulness to thank, as the Questers might have taken her back home and she’d never have heard from Mokkan again. Perhaps, without her filling his mouth with the health potion, he might have died.
Even then, seeing him lying there, would I have protested? Would I have asked to stay behind?
She didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. Chance or not, right now, she knew that this was the place she wanted to be. Surrounded by mice that liked to obey her every order. Living in a home decorated by the fruits of her and Mokkan’s labor. Lying in bed as his bare chest rubbed against hers, and his lips pressed against her neck as he kissed, licked, and sucked, stirring her emotions into a frenzy.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he began slow, sinuous movements on top of her, his erection straining against his underwear, which she insisted he take off.
She shivered, nervous, having never experienced this before, except in dreams, though she always imagined princes. Not a stunning dragon in human form, devouring her with his green eyes, whispering how beautiful she was in her ear as he eased out of his boxers.
He didn’t do what she expected, though. He did other things first, such as stroke her arms, bite at her bottom lip, and massage her breasts with one strong hand, making her gasp as her nipples pebbled under his touch.
Would it hurt? Would it feel nice? Did she have that… whatever they called it, or did it break during horse riding? The servants said that could happen. When she had asked Ruelle once about it, her sister had merely smiled and wiggled her fingers.
I hope it doesn’t hurt. She wanted everything with Mokkan to be magical, like the transformation of the place, and his dedicated devotion to her, his constant gratitude that she stuck around when she had the choice to leave. Surely, Questers would come, soon.
Maybe I will be like Ruelle, and fight them off as they come. Because I actually like being a dragon’s princess. I like meeting trolls and witches and rescuing cats and having talking mice scurrying around the place. I like that I can take part in table discussions and talk about whatever I feel like, and not what I’m supposed to talk about. That’s something I never realized was such an issue before.
Mokkan nibbled at her ear and whispered, “Tell me if it hurts, princess, and I’ll stop. I want you to be happy.”
A heat wave of delight coursed through her, and she clutched his shoulder blades tight, burying her face into his neck to hide the emotion blooming on her cheeks. “I will,” she breathed back, and he nodded, before lightly pressing his erection against her stomach. He moved a little down her body and positioned his manhood at her dripping entrance, which was both hot and cold at the same time, yearning for him.
Once upon a time, she might have been disgusted by her body’s reaction, how unclean and messy it was, but right now, she didn’t care, and let out a groan as he slid inside her, slowly, tenderly, always keeping his eyes locked on hers to gauge her reaction.
It didn’t hurt, but it was an odd sensation, having something resting inside her. Wasn’t something else supposed to happen, too?
This didn’t feel exciting. This didn’t – oh, she thought, when he started moving, his length rubbing against her inner walls, generating a pleasant friction. Her head slammed the pillow, her mouth popped open in a moan, and her arms stiffened from pleasure.
A coiling tension in her stomach increased with his motions, upon watching him move that glorious body of his, upon having those eyes lock onto her soul and empty out all the feelings there. She cried out as the tension grew, spreading into her thighs and stiffening the muscles there, curling upward into her lungs and making her forget how to breathe.
The orgasm released itself like a breaking dam, and her brain lit up, consumed by pleasure, along with her shuddering body. He groaned at her reaction, coming as well with a few quick thrusts, and they collapsed side by side, both grinning, both slightly dazed.
“Well,” Xanthia said. “That was okay.”
“Only okay?” Mokkan appeared injured by this.
“I’m joking. It was amazing.” She tapped him lightly on the shoulder, before letting out a squeal and hugging him tight.
He smiled and held her to his chest, his arms wrapped around her, one palm stroking her hair. “You’re definitely staying?”
She nuzzled her nose against him. “I’m definitely staying,” she said.
Blast all those Questers. She’d help Mokkan fight them if needed. And blast those princesses. She hoped all of them got captured again, like Vanessa, who likely sat in a small tower right now, bawling her pretty eyes out.
I can get Ruelle to teach me how to fight. I’m sure she’ll help.
Determined, Xanthia closed her eyes and held him tighter. Not wanting to release him.
Not wanting to let go of her new life.
Captured by Durza
Dragons Take a Princess
(Book 5)
Chapter One
Jackie enjoyed her taste of freedom for precisely four days. Former captive of the dread dragon, Mokkan, with his defeat she clung to her knights in shining armor. At last, she could return to the Fera kingdom. Fera’s sole claim to fame existed in the fact that it was a walkway between the territories of Sondheim and Arul. Sondheim owned the most territory in the central kingdoms. Arul owned the largest military.
It created moments of high tension for Feralens, given that their land was mostly flat and easy to walk through – the perfect location for invasion. They received bribes from both sides, operated a system of spies and tentative third-party trading – and quietly prepared underground bunkers for when the inevitable war broke out.
Growing up, Jackie enjoyed the issues in their politics, and being well-informed. She also liked being a princess and all the perks that came with it. She didn’t enjoy, however, being kidnapped at a charity benefit by members of the Dark Clan, sold to a dragon, and then being kept as a prisoner for two years. Somehow, that blasted dragon managed to survive all attempts to slay him, and she had to live in a hierarchy of dumb princesses who couldn’t tell their left foot from their right.
Rescued at last, she happily tagged along with her Questers on their victorious return journey – only to find that they didn’t have a proper navigational device to get them through the Swamp of Illusions.
“You realize,” she said, her voice a growl, “that without a navigational device, we’ll probably all die.”
They scoffed at her assumption.
“It’s okay. We’re well-equipped. It takes far longer to go back through the Wayward Forest,” Reginald the White Knight stated, indicating his band of five travellers. A healer, a mage, a ranger, and a monk made up the team. One more princess travelled with them as well, a loud and brainless one called Andrea, whom Jackie wanted to gag at times.
“Better safe than sorry. You underestimate the magic of this place, and it will be your demise.”
“Oh, don’t be such a gloomypants,” Andrea chided Jackie. “We’re with Questers. They beat a dragon. We’ll be fine.”
Jackie ground her teeth but said nothing, knowing her words wouldn’t punch through all that fluff in Andrea’s idiotic brain.
Also, she wasn’t a gloomypants. What she stated was fact and common sense. The kind of common sense that ensured you didn’t take anything for granted. Their confidence will undo them. Fools. “Is this your final decision on the matter? You’ll go through the Swamp of Illusions without any means of being able to penetrate the illusions the swamp is named for?”
“I can do it,” Horace
the mage said, twirling his blue robes and tilting his staff impressively. “I dabbled with some pathfinding spells back in the day.”
He waved his staff, then frowned. “Odd. I can’t seem to be able to cast it.”
Jackie folded her arms, tapping one foot on the squishy ground. The smell of the swamp permeated her muscles, sending an unpleasant, oozing sensation creeping through her lungs, tarring her throat.
“We’ll be fine,” Reginald insisted. “The shortcut will only take us two days, as opposed to three weeks through the Wayward Forest. Even if we’re a few days off, we’re still doing better time.”
These people. Are idiots. Jackie took a deep, irritated breath, trying not to explode in anger, her hands clenching into fists. Why the fuck did I have to end up with these incompetent fools? What are they teaching in Quester classes nowadays? Basics on how to fail? Advanced stupidity?
She quelled her anger with an unpleasant hiss of air. I can’t go alone. That’s the annoying thing about this. I have to stick with these fools.
“I’m putting it out there. You guys are far better off spending three weeks in a forest, than the rest of your lives dead.”
“Oh, don’t be such a downer,” Horace said. “I understand you’ve been grumpy from being locked up so long. How old are you, anyway? Twenty-six? Seven?”
“Does it matter?” She was twenty-seven, not that she intended to admit it to Horace Dumbface in a million years.
“Well. If you want someone to marry you when you get home, you should pull that frown off your face. You’re clearly getting past prime age.”
The insult jabbed at her and her eyes narrowed further. Getting past prime age? How dare they? She received enough rudeness from the princesses in their clusterfuck hierarchy. She felt much less inclined to help them now.
“Either I wear this frown, or I decorate your face with my fist. So you can fuck off. This is suicidal, plain and simple. Do none of you read? Do any of you even comprehend how dangerous the Wilderness is, or are you treating it like some kind of camping trip? I didn’t get myself captured and locked up in a tower for two years without learning something about this place.”