Red Says the Dragon

by Sophie Stern

  He wished that he knew.

  The time passed more slowly than he ever could have imagined possible. Edward wondered how he would keep himself focused, to keep himself from going insane, to keep himself from the mundane task of counting rabbits.

  And then he thought of Kaira.

  She was beautiful.

  It wasn’t an ethereal beauty, the kind you imagine a princess to possess.

  Kaira was different than that.

  She was different than most anyone Edward had ever met.

  He had known from the moment he first laid eyes on Kaira that she was special. Instead of looking away with an air of dignity about her, Kaira had stared intently at him when he knelt before her. When he had risen and kissed her hand, she had met his eyes.

  And hers had sparkled.

  He knew that it was far-fetched to think that a princess could ever be interested in a knight. It was outrageous, really. He wasn’t of noble blood. He had no riches to offer her. He had only his heart and his sword, both of which would be hers upon the asking.

  But now Edward had a chance.

  He had a shot with Kaira.

  If he could save her, if he could return her to the King, then perhaps he would be allowed to ask for her hand. Perhaps he would be allowed to be the one who made her smile each day. Perhaps he would be the one who got to bed her.

  And oh, how Edward would bed her.

  He had been with many women throughout his days as a knight. He had been with women he loved and women he hated. He had been with women because he was about to ride to his death and women because he had returned safely home.

  But he had never been with someone like Kaira.

  He imagined she was just as passionate while making love as she was while arguing with her father.

  And oh, how he wanted to find out.

  Edward continued walking, avoiding the roots and tree branches that had fallen through the darkness of the wood, but now his mind was somewhere else. He wasn’t thinking about rabbits anymore. Now he was thinking about the princess and all the things he would do to her when he saved her.

  The first thing Edward would do would be to slip her gown off, revealing her corseted bosom. Her breasts looked large and supple through her gown. They would be even more delightful once they were unbound. Her corset would come off easily as he kissed her softly, unlacing her clothing softly as he made his way down to her neck.

  And when her corset fell off and her breasts bounced free, he would lean down and suckle on each of them in turn.

  Kaira would moan and grasp his hair, pushing him deeper into her bosom.

  Begging him to come closer.

  Needing him to be nearer.

  And Edward would oblige her.

  And then he would take off his own clothes.

  Kaira’s hair would fall softly over her shoulders like long strands of silk, but Edward would push them back so he could kiss his way down her clavicle, over her breasts, and down to her soft opening.

  He wondered, for a moment, if Kaira would squeal the first time he licked her. He wondered if she would moan. Would she become embarrassed at her nudity? At her vulnerability? Or would she give herself up to the moment, to being with Edward after such a long wait?

  In his mind, he licked her soft skin over and over again before it was her turn to serve him. While he had once kneeled before her, now she would kneel before him. His cock would be hard and throbbing as she gazed at it for the first time, wondering if she could take his entire length in his mouth.

  He didn’t know if she would be able to.

  But he would make her try.

  Kaira could choke and gag as she made her way up and down his cock, licking and sucking until Edward would be the one moaning.

  He would not cum in her mouth: not the first time.

  Instead, he would bend Kaira over the bed so he could see all of her. He would rub his hands over her soft ass, slapping her softly before he slid his cock into her dripping pussy.

  She would moan softly as he slid his dick into her the first time, but it would take long for her to beg him to go deeper, harder, faster.

  Edward would oblige, fucking the princess harder and harder until she squealed with excitement.

  “Rub your clit,” he would command her, making sure that she would get the most pleasure possible before they both exploded together.

  When he was finished, he would flip her over and lick her from her pussy to her neck, then up to her waiting lips. Then he would kiss her so that she could taste both of them, just as he had.

  Edward thought of her embrace, of the way they would hold each other when it was finished.

  But as he stepped over a fallen log, his feet crunching loudly on the leaves, he realized that it had only been a dream, nothing more than that.

  The reality was, he knew, that he would probably die long before the princess would ever have the chance to blow him.

  And the thought terrified him.

  15

  “It’s beautiful,” Kaira whispered.

  Sanguine was still gripping her hand as they stared into the open cavern. The walls glittered and sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that crept in from a hole in the very top of the cavern.

  “Where is the light coming from?” She asked him.

  “The hole at the top of the room,” Sanguine pointed. “It opens on the other side of the mountain.”

  “We’re all the way through?” She asked, surprised that the cave ran that deep.

  “All the way,” he nodded, never taking his eyes off Kaira. She looked so excited to see the room, like a child at its first party. Everything here was new to Kaira. Everything was fresh. Although Sanguine loved this room, he felt Kaira’s excitement and awe was the most amazing part of it.

  “How did you find this place?” Kaira traced her hand against the rocks that made up the walls of the room. She peered up at the tiny shred of light, wondering how far up it was. 400 feet? 500? Too far to ever climb. Too far to ever measure.

  “I told you, Princess. I have lived here for a very long time.”

  Kaira sighed deeply, her breasts rising and falling as she did.

  “It’s just so beautiful,” she turned to Sanguine.

  “I know,” he told her.

  Kaira surprised him by leaning her head on his chest. He instinctively let go of her hand to gently rub her hair. She said nothing as they soaked up the beauty of the room together, breathing it in, enjoying every second.

  Then Kaira turned back to him, placing her hands on his chest. She stared up into his deep, yellow eyes. How were his eyes so bright? She wondered as she looked at him. She had never seen anyone with eyes that practically glowed. They were riveting. She knew she needed to be careful or she would never manage to stop staring at them.

  “How come you work for the dragon?” She asked.

  His eyes flashed red.

  “What do you mean?”

  “He’s so mean.”

  “Why do you say such things?” Sanguine gently stroked her cheek.

  Kaira closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. Not opening them, she whispered, “because he keeps me here. Because he keeps you here. Because we’re stuck in a world no one else can ever enter. Doesn’t it terrify you?”

  “Yes,” Sanguine answered honestly.

  “Don’t you wish we were free to be wherever we wanted to be? Free to be whomever we wanted to be? Free to be with anyone we wanted to be with?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sir?” Asked Kaira, still not opening her eyes.

  “Yes, Princess?”

  “I want to kiss you.”

  Without hesitation, Sanguine leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against Kaira’s. She did not move away. She did not open her eyes. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her lips harder against his, needing his touch.

  Sanguine grabbed her hair, pulling her even closer to himself, loving the way that she tasted: like lust and innocence.r />
  It was the kiss of a lifetime, the kiss of necessity. Sanguine had not kissed anyone in a very long time, and certainly not the way Kaira was kissing him.

  When Kaira grabbed his cock, he pulled away.

  “What are you doing, princess?” He was breathless.

  Now, he was hard, too.

  “Am I not allowed?” she asked, coyly, still firmly holding his dick. Even through his pants, she could feel him growing harder and larger in her hand.

  “Are you ready for this?” Sanguine asked her, surprised at her forwardness.

  “Are you?” She responded with a sly grin.

  “Have you ever been with a man before?”

  She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “Would you be mad if I had been?”

  At this, Sanguine could not wait another moment. He lifted Kaira up and kissed her as she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He carried her to a nearby ledge and placed her on the cold stone. He continued kissing her deeply as he pulled his heavy cock out of his pants. Kaira wasted no time wrapping her hand around it as Sanguine grabbed her breasts and licked her neck.

  “I need you in me,” she whispered in his ear, gripping his hardness.

  Sanguine obliged.

  He was not kind or gentle when he thrust his cock into her. She was wet, just as he knew she would be, but she let out a yelp as he did. He thrusted in and out again and again. Soon her yelps turned to moans, her moans into ecstasy.

  Oh, how he’d waited for this moment.

  Kaira squeezed his dick tightly, reaching around to grab his ass while he kissed her. She bit her lip, trying not to scream as he went harder and harder, faster and faster.

  Then he slowed down, sliding his cock almost all the way out of her.

  Teasing her, he rubbed the end against her clit. She leaned her head back.

  “Don’t tease me,” she whispered. “I want more.”

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, thrusting her hips out, begging him to enter her deeply.

  “What do you want, Kaira?”

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “More.”

  “What do you want, princess?”

  “I want your cock, Sir.” This time she was commanding, needing, begging, asking.

  This time she was everything Sanguine needed her to be.

  He shoved his dick into her, hard and fast. Kaira began to shiver and shake as she erupted with pleasure.

  Sanguine followed suit, letting himself collapse against her, exhausted and excited.

  “Wow,” she murmured, holding his head against her chest, letting his juices drip out of her pussy and down her leg.

  Sanguine rested for a moment in the arms of his princess.

  Then he pulled his clothes back on and took her hand. It was time for the princess to meet the dragon.

  16

  King Liam paced in his chambers.

  He was worried, but it was nothing new. He had been worried for days now, ever since his princess disappeared. To be honest, it felt much more like years. Edward had still not returned with his precious daughter and King Liam was growing anxious.

  When he sent Edward into the woods, the King had no doubt that he was the best knight for the job. Though young, the lad had proved himself time and time again. He had left a trail of broken hearts and blood throughout the land.

  Yes, Edward was capable of handling himself.

  Still, though, the King could not help but wonder if this was one quest that was simply too big, even for Edward. The forests were safe enough on their own. The odds of the knight encountering a troll or ogre were minimal. Though large, the creatures were quite dimwitted and certainly no match for an experienced knight.

  A dragon, though, that was an entirely different task.

  Dragons were smart and quick. They were clever and sneaky. Perhaps most dangerous of all was that they could change their shape almost instantly. Unless you had seen the man change from his true form, you might never know that he was, in fact, not a human.

  A knock sounded at the king’s door.

  “Come in,” he called, not bothering to ask who it was. His guards were posted outside his door and would not let anyone in that the king did not wish to see. Besides, at this point, any company would be welcome company if it meant getting his mind off his beloved daughter.

  Kaira had been a bundle of trouble since the moment she was born, but she was the King’s only living child. As such, she privilege to many things that other royal children might not be. Namely, no matter how angry the king was with her behavior, he always found a way to forgive her.

  She would, after all, become queen one day.

  He had to prepare her for that, no matter how annoyed he was with her.

  None of that mattered now, not when the king saw who it was entering his chambers.

  “Your majesty,” the young woman smiled. Her delicate features practically glowed when she saw the king’s smile.

  “Angelie,” he said, grinning. “I was not expecting you, my dear,” the king rose to greet her, and Angelie embraced him tenderly.

  “Kel thought you might want me,” she said, glancing toward the still-open door.

  King Liam looked past her to see his closest advisor, Kel, standing in the doorway. Without a word, Kel bowed slightly to the king and closed the door tightly. King Liam knew that he would not be disturbed for a very long time.

  “He was correct,” Liam said, gently tracing Angelie’s soft skin. She closed her eyes and bit her lip softly, enjoying every touch. She knew that Serella would always be Liam’s favorite, but she was a close second, and that was fine with her.

  “It has been too long,” Liam murmured as he nestled his face in Angelie’s soft hair, soaking up her scent.

  “I agree,” she whispered, pulling his face to hers and kissing him deeply. She pulled back suddenly and pushed him onto his royal bed. Taking a step back, she began to sway slowly, dancing for him. It didn’t take long for her to slide her thin gown off or to reveal her soft, perky breasts.

  That wasn’t what the king was staring at, though.

  And Angelie didn’t mind a bit.

  She noticed the growing excitement in his pants as she began to slide her hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Her nipples grew hard. Angelie bit her lip.

  “Come here,” the king told her, but Angelie didn’t listen. Instead, she slid her hands further down her body to her aching pussy.

  Her fingers were quickly soaked from her juices as she slid her fingers in and out of herself.

  “Come here,” the king said again, this time more firmly.

  This time Angelie obeyed.

  “I had to call you twice,” he told her.

  Angelie nodded.

  “You’re very naughty, Angelie,” the king admonished her.

  Angelie nodded, biting her lip again. There it was: the thing he couldn’t resist.

  “What am I going to do with you, Angelie?” He asked her, this time more softly.

  Angelie’s eyes darted toward a small trunk by the king’s bed. He noticed, and nodded approvingly.

  “That’s right, Angelie. You need to be punished for your disobedience. Go choose your punishment.”

  She walked slowly to the box, her pussy still dripping from her quick dance. There were many items inside for spanking, twitching, and playing. She had seen most of them before. Angelie chose a small switch, one that had never been used on her before. She guessed it would hurt. Then again, most of the items in the box would hurt.

  She carried it timidly to her king and placed it beside him on the bed. Standing before him, Angelie stared at her feet.

  “Is this how you wish to be punished, Angelie?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you think this will teach you to obey your master?”

  Another nod.

  “Very well,” the king ran his fingers over the switch, as if to make sure it would be as sharp as he hoped.

  He
motioned for Angelie to climb over his lap, which she willingly did. She was reminded of being a small child who disobeyed her father and received a switching in response. The king’s slaps hurt much more than her father’s ever did, though. With each hit, she closed her mouth tightly to stop herself from crying out in pain.

  By the fifth strike, however, Angelie could no longer control herself and let out a small cry when the king hit her.

  He pulled her hair back so that she was looking at him.

  “Silence,” he warned her, and slapped her again.

  This time Angelie did better.

  This time she obeyed.

  When the king was done, he pushed her back onto the bed. She lay with her arms out over her head, her body yearning for his dick, trying not to wiggle in anxiousness on the bed. Each movement burned against her fiery bottom: a harsh reminder that she needed to obey.

  She breathed deeply, watching him, trying hard not to bite her fingers, trying to just hold still and wait for him.

  He traced the switch softly over her body, then slapped her thigh. She winced, but did not cry out.

  “Good,” he told her. “You’re learning.”

  He tossed the switch aside and pulled his royal cock out. Climbing over her body, he kneeled over her chest and shoved his dick down her throat.

  Angelie opened her mouth wide, taking his length as deep as she could. When she began to choke, he pulled out, then shoved deeper, over and over again. Angelie moaned and reached down to finger herself as she sucked off the king, but he pinned her hands down.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” he waved a finger in her face before pinning her again. “None of that, now.”

  Her eyes opened wide before she squeezed them shutting, sucking him harder, deeper.

  “You’re here for me,” he whispered into her ear.

  She tried to nod, but couldn’t.

  Liam pulled his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to respond, “Yes, yes, I’m here for you, Sire.”

  He shoved his dick down her throat again, this time holding it there until his gentle spurts let Angelie know that he was finished with her.

  He pulled away and she wiped her face with a sloppy grin.