Zane moved round to put the couch in an upright position. “Come sit with me, Blossom,” he said.
She complied and he cradled her.
“Perhaps I should see if I can fetch a dress from upstairs,” Zane remarked. “You are so cold.”
“Not when I have you to warm me,” Stacey said.
He stroked her head. “You know I’m going to really miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too,” Stacey said. “But at least you’ll have your Princess.”
“I don’t know her.”
“You haven’t known me for very long either.”
“What happens between us, Blossom, never happens to me.”
“And you still can’t think of a way we can stay together?”
“If Narses wants his daughter as the Queen here, there is nothing I can do.”
“What if … He didn’t want that. Or maybe she didn’t want that. Maybe you could do something really gross when you see her and it would turn her off. So you wouldn’t have to go through with it.”
“Narses would just find another man to marry her then. And probably come after my head.”
“Right…”
“You want something to hope for, don’t you?”
“Yes. Of course I do.”
Zane fell silent a moment.
“If I were to find the true Horatio Hurux, and brought him before the other Dragon Masters, then I wouldn’t have to marry her because I wouldn’t be king. He would be.”
“Why don’t you do that then? Go and find him.”
“Hmm…”
Zane stood up. “I’d have to find the Mage. Get the truth from him.”
“Now you’re thinking!”
Zane smiled at little. “Come here, Blossom.”
She stood up from the couch and he wrapped his thick arms around her.
“I think I see a plan now for how this is going to work.”
“That’s wonderful,” Stacey beamed.
“Of course it’s very dangerous. I wonder if I might begin it after you are sent back home. That way at least if it didn’t work then I’d know you were safe.”
Stacey lowered her eyebrows. She was less enthused with that proposition.
“What?”
“I want to be near you,” Stacey said. “That’s the only way I know that I’m truly safe.”
Zane blinked. “We should wait till tomorrow at least. Try to get some sleep in while we still can.”
“You see?” Stacey said. “It would have been so silly for me to put on a new dress.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I can’t wear it when we fuck, can I?”
Zane lowered his eyes seductively. “You really know how to sweep a dragon of his feet.”
They both laughed at his joke.
Then it was time for sex.
CHAPTER TEN
Zane took hold of Stacey’s waist and gently lifted her back onto the sofa. He ripped his shirt from his body whilst she struggled with his pants. As soon as they were off and his penis was exposed, she took hold of it in her hands and began to massage it back and forth. By Zane’s numbed expression, Stacey could already tell he was enjoying it.
For her, she wanted the sex between them this time to be different. No problems with his ferocious dragon popping out, no hassles about Zane’s dislike of her, just pure rich and beautiful sex. While she pondered these emotions inside of her Zane guided his penis into her mouth and she graciously sucked the head of it.
As she did so, Zane put his hands through her hair and massaged her skull up and down over his shaft. Then without warning, he withdrew himself and dived down to the floor to return the favor.
Stacey’s vagina was already moist before Zane got there, but with barely a few kisses and licks of his tongue and she was, unashamedly, hot and sticky. Zane of course, didn’t care about that. That was exactly how he wanted her.
His tongue peeled the insides of her, opening her up, exposing all that was her. Stacey leant back further into the soft part of the couch and let her legs wrap a bit tighter around Zane’s head. He strummed his tongue further inside her, and then, unexpectedly, dived right into her asshole to eat that too. This alarmed Stacey as she’d never had a guy eat her ass before, and Zane wasn’t even being discreet about it. This for him, was all perfectly normal, and made Stacey realize how much he cared about her pleasure during sex, compared with his own.
After the sensations left Stacey being hit with surge after surge of orgasmic clusters, she opened her mouth to squeal in delight, just as he entered her with his cock. The thrusts came in well timed, the way his cock dragged its way back out of her each time causing as much stimulating impact as the train crash penetrations. It was in these moments that she knew she was having sex with a dragon and not a man, for no man would ever fuck her this way. It was as if he knew exactly what her body wanted, when it wanted it, and he responded to that.
Zane leant in to kiss her with his mouth open, to finally increase the feelings of intimacy. She looked into his eyes, so beautiful and divine, and couldn’t help but smile at the awesomeness of it all. He gripped her breasts, played with them, caressed them, made them feel aware of him, as he moved to her ears so she could hear his heavy breathing. Stacey put her hands through his hair, and let him keep on fucking her, with a more fluent motion. She then realized his penis was becoming quite hot.
“Careful,” she said. “You have to control it.”
His eyes moved back to hers. And he stared deeply into her face.
“I am controlling it,” he whispered.
And while the penis was quite hot, she felt that it was burning her at the moment, and in essence was making herself even hotter. And even more prone to orgasm.
“Holy shit,” Stacey whispered.
“What is it?”
“I think I’m going to cum before you do.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
And Stacey was feeling it.
She was fucking feeling it.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she moaned. “Back up.”
“What? Why?”
She pushed him off her in time as she squirted outward and upward, her whole body shaking like it was just coming off an epileptic fit.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Fucking hell.”
“Looks like I’m bringing the she-dragon out of you,” Zane mused.
“You’re bringing fucking something.”
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah,” Stacey said. “Just keep doing it this way. I’m still going a little bit. It would be awesome if you could cum now too.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Zane mumbled, as if no one had ever asked him that.
A few more good thrusts inside, and she felt his juices gush into her. Stacey let go the final part of her orgasm and together they came together, and for the first time ever, the sex they had was bliss.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As morning sunlight drifted into the roof of the aviary and through the glass panels, Stacey wanted to keep her eyes closed so she could have this moment in Zane’s arms forever and ever.
For all the hopes and aspirations they had shared the previous night, it was the morning that would hold the final truth for them.
She was almost unaware when Zane rolled out from underneath her, but he did not let her lie in slumber a moment longer. “Come on, my beloved,” he said. “There is much work to be done.”
He led her upstairs and retrieved another beautiful dress, this one orange and red. The embroidery was rich, encrusted with jewels, and so soft to touch. She did wonder though if it was real as it was, or if he had merely enchanted another pile of rags to create this.
Stacey turned now wearing it, and looked to Zane who was standing near the window they had first jumped out of together. Zane saw where Stacey was looking and acknowledged the remembrance. Stacey wondered if they would jump out of there again, but as soon as her interest with the window became apparent, Zane was made to f
eel uncomfortable. He stepped away from it and motioned for her to go back down the stairs with him.
Outside the tower, Zane shifted into his dragon form and helped Stacey onto his back. From there they lifted off the ground and soared into the skies, on their way to the Palace again.
Stacey knew inside herself, she was worried. Maybe not for the deadly implications of the circumstances that had unfolded, but with Zane’s obvious lack of confidence in the matter at hand. It was great that he was going to try and do something, but that he didn’t have his arms wrapped around it, in full control of the situation, was nerve-racking. Stacey wanted to give more in the way of assurance to him, so she in turn could feel more assured, but the truth was bare for both of them to see – they didn’t know what was going to happen to them.
Soon the Palace’s glorious structure caught Stacey’s gaze on the horizon. The sun was out now, and radiant as ever – last night’s storm completely passed. She knew by its heat it would be a hot day for the island, and wondered what the dragons did to stay cool. She pictured them all lining up to swim in the ocean – or perhaps the Palace had pools where they rested.
They landed in the Palace’s courtyard and were immediately escorted by a group of guards to the throne room. Narses was sitting on the throne with more dragon guards standing around the walls. There was also a pale faced woman standing next to Narses in a red dress. She had golden hair that flowed over her shoulders and wore several bracelets on each wrist. She also wore a crown.
Zane’s eyes locked with hers, and he whispered: “Evelyn.”
“Zane,” she shot back.
Stacey nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Is that the human?” Evelyn asked her father.
“Yes.”
Evelyn, half smiling, stepped away from the throne. “It is too bad about Conrad.”
Zane nodded. “He was a brave warrior.”
“He was killed for your betrayal,” Evelyn murmured back. “So you might live.”
She stopped in front of him, batting her eyelashes. Then she turned to Stacey.
Stacey could hardly look at her.
“Are you afraid of me, human?”
Stacey winced. “No.”
Evelyn curled her fist into a ball and punched Stacey in the gut with it. Stacey dropped to her knees.
“What the hell was that for?” Zane cried.
Stacey tried to get up but struggled. Her vision was blurred.
“Something to remember me by,” Evelyn muttered.
She then walked softly back to her father at the throne.
Zane helped Stacey back up.
“The Humans have been notified of Miss Caversham’s release,” Narses announced. “One of the guards will fly her out to the pickup point at once.”
“Do you have the paperwork?” Zane asked.
Narses nodded to one of the guards who stepped off the wall to approach them. He was holding a scroll which Zane took and unraveled.
“I will be escorting the prisoner when you are satisfied.”
Zane turned over and inspected the document.
“It’s good,” he said finally, and handed it back to him. “However I request a private word with Master Narses before this is to come into effect.”
“Regarding what?” Narses replied.
“The Human Mage.”
Narses sighed. He rose from the throne and motioned for Zane to follow him.
Zane turned to Stacey. “I’ll be back in just a moment. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Stacey said. “Go.”
Narses and Zane departed together to another room.
Stacey watched as Evelyn slunk away from the throne to approach her again.
With the eyes of the dozen or so guards focused on the space between them, Evelyn moved through it, and said to Stacey, “Alone at last…”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“So how do you know, Zane?” Stacey blurted out.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. “We grew up together. Like best friends.”
“Really?”
“My father tells me he is infatuated with you for some reason. He said I should see you as a genuine threat. That’s his polite way of saying you should be executed. I wouldn’t be so polite.”
“Are you … jealous of me?” Stacey questioned.
This seemed to infuriate Evelyn. But she was careful to let it show.
“Why should I be jealous of you?” she said after a moment.
“Because I’m with Zane. Because he loves me.”
Evelyn produced a small dagger from blouse. She showed it to Stacey and grasped the handle.
Stacey took a step back.
“What would happen if I were to stab you now?” Evelyn asked. “I could just say you attacked me, and it was self defense. The guards won’t help you. They wouldn’t dare. Zane would be left with a choice – stay here, marry me and be happy – or turn his back on the clan. How long do you think it would be before he forgets about you?”
Stacey inhaled sharply and braced herself for the onslaught. “Bring it on.”
Evelyn’s eyes went smaller. Beadier.
She opened her mouth and gave a low, fiery roar.
Stacey didn’t take her eyes off her.
“Are you sure you want to die?” Evelyn demanded.
“That’s not up to me.”
Evelyn grinned. “No. It isn’t.”
The Princess jumped several feet into the air and pounced onto Stacey fiercely, trying to stab her. When they hit the floor the blade was plunged into Stacey’s shoulder. She screamed in agony and pushed Evelyn’s hands away, ripping the blade out. Evelyn tried to stab her throat, and Stacey held her wrists with all the strength she had to defend herself.
Evelyn laughed at her. “Foolish human. I’m not even trying.”
Stacey saw a red glow flicker in her eyes as her rage ascended and she felt the weight of Evelyn’s pressure dramatically increase. The tip of the blade pierced Stacey’s skin.
Then something strange happened. Evelyn’s pressure dropped significantly and her hands began to turn blue. Stacey could feel the blade coming back. She was winning.
“What are you doing?” Evelyn demanded. “What sorcery is this?”
Stacey kept pushing. The blade was almost completely away from her.
“No,” Evelyn whispered. “Impossible…”
Then all at once, Evelyn’s pressure completely ceased. Stacey pushed the blade up and it went right through Evelyn’s jugular.
The blood burst onto Stacey’s face, and it was searing, scaling – unbearably hot. The arms of guards pulled her away from Evelyn across the floor as she wailed in pain. Evelyn meanwhile wasn’t making any sound.
Stacey wiped the mess from her face and struggled to her feet. The guards pinned her against the wall while more rushed to Evelyn’s side.
Just as Narses and Zane ran into the room, one of them looked up and said: “She’s dead. The human killed her.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Loud cries of outrage boomed from every corner of the throne room. At the feet of his daughter Narses drew his sword from his side and shouted: “Seize her.”
The arms of several guards bit into Stacey’s shoulders as they forced her towards Narses with his giant blade.
But Zane stepped in between them and drew his sword.
“Let her go.”
“What?” Narses cried angrily.
“I mean it.”
The guards’s grip on Stacey was loosening. She broke away with them as Zane and Narses’s blades connected, with every last man in the room surrounding them. Halfway towards the exit, Stacey stopped and turned back to the fight.
The guards had branched out giving them more space as lighting bounced off each blade with their sharp strikes. There was a moment where Zane was able to push Narses back, and in it he turned to Stacey.
“Get out of here!” Zane cried.
He was again interrupted as the other man advanced to atta
ck.
Swallowed in her tears, Stacey fled the Palace and kept running and running as fast as she could. Her path then eventuated on a group of dragon guards clustered around the front gates. They eyed her suspiciously.
“Please let me out,” she cried, falling into one of their arms.
“Why aren’t you with your Master?” one of the guards demanded.
Stacey looked back fearfully, not knowing what to say.
“Hold on a second. This is Zane’s girl. She’s due to be released today. She should already be at the heliport,” the dragon holding her said.
“Why is she out here? Is she trying to escape?” another questioned.
“She doesn’t want to go home,” the first one declared. “She’s in love with Zane so much she thought she could get away. Silly human.”
He shifted into his dragon, and the others forced Stacey up onto his back.
Soon they were in the sky and approaching the heliport.
Stacey was paralyzed, lost in the horror of killing Princess Evelyn involuntarily, and not knowing what was to become of Zane.
Was it possible he might win?
Was it possible?
Was it?
They landed on the roof and the guard shifted into his human self so to hand her over to the security team. As soon as Stacey saw Walter, her friend with the dark glasses, she ran into his arms for safety.
“She’s supposed to have the transfer papers with her,” the Head of Security stated. “Where are they?”
“Do you have any papers on you?” the dragon guard asked.
Stacey hesitated. “They’re back at the Palace.”
“I can’t take her without the papers,” the Head of Security said.
Stacey’s heart beat with immeasurable speed.
“You have to take her,” the dragon guard said. “I’ll make sure the papers are sent. Don’t worry.”
“I need them by tonight. You make sure you tell your leader that.”
“I will.”
The Head of Security turned to Walter. “Get her on board then.”
Once on the helicopter, strapped into her seat, Stacey turned to Walter and said, “Do you have any food or water? I haven’t had anything today.”
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