The Dragonsong Trilogy Box Set

by H. C. Brown

  “A male receives great pleasure from such acts. To be loved by a female’s mouth is true bliss.” Lumos pressed a kiss to her cheek. “To suckle on a female’s pussy is also most delightful, much more intense than using a finger.” He pushed the damp hair from her face. “Is this something you would enjoy, do you think?” He lay down beside her and opened his arms.

  Snuggling into his embrace, she giggled. “To say those things, gods, my face is on fire. What you made me feel tonight is indescribable. I enjoyed everything you did to me.” She yawned. “But I am so tired now.”

  “Then sleep. We have many days and nights ahead of us, little one, and each time we are together like this, you will trust me a little more.” He rubbed her back in comforting circles. “You have started your journey back to life and love, sweet butterfly.”

  She inhaled the musky scent of him and ran her hands over the peach fuzz of his hard, muscular back. She ached to taste him, to give in to the overpowering desire to hold his heavy, velvet shaft in her mouth, and feel him shudder to climax.

  I love him. She closed her eyes and began the wonderful descent into dreamscape. One day, she would tell him of her love. I hope I will love the Nightdragon, too.

  * * * *

  Later that night, Thalia opened her eyes, gazed at Lumos’s glorious nakedness, and glowed with sensual memories. The snow clouds had drifted away from the night sky, allowing the moon to spill through the window. She slipped from the bed to use the chamber pot and washed in the freezing tub water. Returning to bed, she bent to kiss his neck. She curled a lock of his long hair around her finger, and stared at the silken strand with amazement. Without a second thought, she lifted the hair to her lips and pressed a kiss to the forest-scented lock. A shiver went through his muscular body, and he sighed sleepily, and whispered her name.

  Bending over him, she licked his flat nipples, teasing the dark brown buds until they stood up in tiny peaks. She loved the taste of his skin, the unique scent of him. Kissing a path down his chest, she smiled at his heavy dick jutting out from his hairless groin.

  So, you enjoy my touch. The sight of his balls tightening drew her to him. Without considering the outcome, she hesitantly ran the pad of her finger over the tight skin. Her gentle touch brought an instant reaction—his straining cock bounced and a drop of moisture appeared on the tip. She gave in to the savage desire to taste him and, closing her palm around his hard shaft, licked the dewy slit. The taste of him exploded across her tongue. She groaned. Her pussy clenched, and wept with intense longing. Without a second thought, she opened her lips and took him in. His velvet rod slid a hot path across her tongue and she suckled, wanting more of his delicious flavor. Without warning, Lumos cupped her thigh with his hot hand and she glanced up at him. To her surprise, the Fae’s eyes glowed in the dark.

  “Kneel over me, little one, and let me pleasure you, too.” Lumos lifted her, and draped her over his face. “Yes, my sweet, like that. Gods, you are so beautiful.”

  Her heart pounded. Goddess, to be positioned this way, with her knees spread wide apart, and her pussy splayed wide to his gaze, sent waves of pleasure sizzling up her spine. Lumos rocked his hips, pushing more of his delectable shaft deep into her mouth. She sighed, wanting so much more. His hot fingers parted her folds and he hummed against her sensitive nub. An explosion of erotic awareness shot straight to her womb—her thighs trembled. Gods, he played his warm fingers over her as if she were a precious instrument.

  At the first glide of his rough tongue across her clit, surge after surge of delicious torment buckled her knees. She trembled and suckled hard. Nothing could be as incredible as this sensation. Lumos swirled a sizzling path around her sensitive bud and slid one long finger deep into her core. She gasped, waiting for the agony to come, but Lumos offered no pain with the intrusion, only mind-destroying bliss. She moaned around his rock-hard shaft.

  Gods, she would die from such pleasure. Running her teeth up the length of his shaft and tormenting the engorged helmet with her tongue brought moans of appreciation. Lost in him, she fell then rose again in erotic euphoria. His huge cock shimmied in her mouth and when he closed his wonderful mouth around her and sucked, shivery sensations curled deep in her belly. Lightning shot down her thighs. The next instant, her mouth filled with the unique flavor of Lumos, and she sucked harder, wanting more, needing more until every bone in her body melted. She fell into sublime bliss, collapsing in a shudder of fulfillment.

  Unable to move, she lay across the solid strength of him. The heat from his sun-kissed flesh radiated through her. The sweet man lifted her gently, turned her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his neck. Gods, what have I done?

  “How I wish I could bury myself deep inside you, sweet butterfly, to kiss your lips. If only I could find someone to remove this silver.” Lumos tenderly cupped her breast. “I want you to see me as I truly am for being together like this before you meet my dragon… Gods, I fear you will reject me, little one.” His mouth compressed into a thin line.

  She pressed a kiss to his neck. “I think, at first, the Nightdragon will frighten me, I will not lie to you, but I am excited at the thought of meeting him, gods, to actually see a dragon will be overwhelming.” She touched his face. “I ask for your patience a little longer. Give me time to adjust to the greatness of him.”

  She met his gaze and his amazing eyes became deep enough to drown in. How easy it would be to fall into his blatant desire and press her lips to his soft mouth. He mesmerized her.

  Intrigued her.

  Satisfied her.

  Did she truly know her heart, or had she just experienced her first taste of pure, hot sin? Forcing her mind back into their conversation, she cleared her throat. “Once the silver is removed from your wrists, how long will it take for the dragon to appear?”

  “He burns to be free, so as soon as the silver is removed, he will be able to appear. Although I have control of him, he can only morph with my consent or if I’m in mortal danger.” Lumos sighed. “The Nightdragon is hungry and wants revenge on those that hurt you. I must persuade him to save Drakka from the Magus first.” He squeezed her. “This will not be easy, as he will insist your needs must come before anything else but without my protection of Drakka, many lives will be lost.”

  “Do you speak to him the same way as you do with Brew?”

  “Aye, I do understand the cat’s language, although, of late, Brew prefers to mindspeak with me.” Lumos rested his chin on her head and his warm breath brushed her face. “Later, if you choose to join with me, my seed will enhance your body, extend your lifespan, and you will hear the dragon, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be honest, tasting my seed tonight will make you stronger. A Dragonfae’s seed enhances a Nomag’s body and will do the same to yours as well.”

  “And then will I be able to mindspeak with Brew?”

  “I should think so, but let’s not discuss this now. The sun rises—we need to bathe and eat before we leave.” Lumos kissed her hair. “Can you heat the water in the tub?”

  She shivered. The fire had died long ago. Forming a fireball, she threw it at the black logs. The wood ignited with a whoosh. Teeth chattering, she slipped from the bed and crossed the room. She tossed a few logs on the fire, then turned to cast a spell to heat the water in the bath.

  “Oh my, it is freezing in this room.” She stepped into the tub, sank into the steaming water and turned to see him grinning like a monkey. “What do you find so funny, Dragonfae?”

  “Well… I cannot decide.” Lumos rested his head on his hand. “The delicious blue hue to your skin or the mouth-watering way your breasts bounce.”

  She growled and threw a wet rag at his head. The infuriating man struck out with the speed of a snake and caught the dripping mass. She bathed quickly and stepped from the water “How long will it take us to find the Hag?”

  “A few days. The mountain range is in this realm.” Lumos left the bed and made his way toward her to take his t
urn in the bath “My dragon will guide me. The Hag’s cave is high above an alpine village. Unfortunately, after she drinks my blood, one of the inhabitants of the village will become her next meal.”

  “Will she kill them?”

  “Not likely. The Hag will seek a lover and keep him as a pet until the youth from my blood wears off in a year or two.” Lumos shuddered. “I would not like to be her blood slave.”

  She laughed and gave him a curtsy. “Do not worry, mighty dragon, you have Thalia, the broken witch of Broclarre, to protect you.”

  “Then, little witch, I am in safe hands.” Lumos threw the wet rag and it caught her on the side of the head. He chuckled. “Or perhaps not.”

  * * * *

  After breakfast, Thalia picked up her bags and made her way downstairs to the stable. She wrapped her cloak tightly around her, glad of the gloves Lumos had insisted on buying the previous day. A light coating of snow dusted the rooftops and lay in a gray trampled sludge on the road. The heat from the packed building met the early morning chill in swirls of white mist. Inside, the smell of fresh hay, horse and leather greeted her. She found the horses packed and ready to leave, and Lumos standing beside the warhorse, rubbing the massive beast’s neck.

  “Is he going to behave himself?”

  “Aye, it took me a while to convince him that I had not brought him along for food for the Nightdragon. All animals recognize the dragon inside me.” Lumos grinned. “He likes you—it is only me he fears.”

  With a smile, she handed Lumos her bags. “Do you have a name for him?”

  “He said his name is Argos.” Lumos attached the bags to Albert’s saddle. “The gelding is Drummer and the chestnut is called Conker.”

  “Have you seen Brew?”

  “Aye, I have. It seems he found the cook to his liking and spent the night in the kitchen.” Lumos raised an eyebrow. “He is filling his belly with meat scraps as we speak.” He pulled his hat down tighter over his ears. “Wait here, I will fetch him.”

  Thalia rubbed Argos’s silky black nose. “You do not have to worry about Lumos, he will never hurt you.”

  Footsteps echoed on the cobblestones in the laneway. The door to the stable opened to admit four men. They paused in the doorway and whispered urgently to each other. Thalia froze, gripping the bridle of the warhorse until her knuckles ached. She had the ability to conjure dark fire now, but to throw such a weapon in a stable would mean a fiery death for the horses within. Her heart thundered. She wanted to cry out for Lumos but if these men were no threat, she would appear foolish.

  One of the men turned his attention to her, undressing her with his eyes. He licked his thin lips and blatantly stared at her breeches. Damn, she should have tied her hair back or at least pulled up the hood of her cloak. In truth, she had forgotten she must try to resemble a boy. This morning she had wanted, for once in her life, to be proud to be a woman. To lie in a man’s arms and enjoy a lover’s embrace had been a wonderful revelation.

  “Well, look what we ’ave ’ere.” The man moved closer. “It is been a long time since I seen such a beautiful pair o’ legs.” He glanced over one shoulder and grinned. “Just look how the buckskin molds to her bum.”

  A tall man with dirty, blond hair stepped closer and unbuttoned his flies. “You hold ’er down for me, boys, there’s plenty to go ’round.”

  With a gasp, she stepped back between Albert and Argos. The warhorse snorted and stamped his feet. The great beast turned, pressing her protectively against Albert’s warm body.

  “Someone grab that bloody ’orse.” The blond man leered at her. “Do not think that nag will protect yer.”

  “But I will.” Lumos moved into the stable in a flash of black swirling cloak.

  The early morning sun glistened on the sword in Lumos’s hand. The mist curled around his legs making him appear as a phantom. The men turned as one to stare upon the manifestation of a ghostly being straight from hell. Lumos stepped inside the stable, his huge bulk filling the entrance. His cloak swished around him, giving the Fae the appearance of a huge bat.

  Her heart twisted at the anger in his deep green eyes. She offered him a small smile and it dissipated the second their eyes met. When she gave him a slight nod, his expression returned to stone. Steam flowed from his nostrils and his long, black hair crackled around him, throwing blue sparks into the gloom. Without warning, he crashed his massive fist into the side of the blond man’s head, felling him like a sapling. He spun the sword, muscles bulging, and moved toward the other men. They moved backward toward Thalia. She pulled out the gold dagger and raised her arm, ready to fight. The next second, Argos rose majestically on his hind legs and struck out at the men with his hooves. Screams of fear and pain filled the stables. Horses panicked, whinnied to each other and crashed against the stall doors, fighting to be free.

  With one graceful movement, Lumos touched the remaining man’s neck with the point of the sword. He glared down menacingly at the trembling man. His lip curled.

  “You had a lot to say to my woman—you have the mouth of a sewer rat. Apologize to the lady.”

  “I am sorry, milady.”

  “Do you want me to castrate them all, milady?” Lumos met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Or will a fine do?” He glared at the man. “Do you have money to pay a fine?” He glanced up at her. “Although I would much prefer to castrate them and save any poor, innocent females from these men in the future… Hand me your dagger, milady.”

  Heavy purses dropped in the sawdust-strewn floor at Thalia’s feet. She gathered them up and forced her face into a neutral expression. “I will accept a fine … this time.”

  “Get out of here.” Lumos waved his sword, slapping the blond man’s backside on the way through the open stable door.

  She dropped the heavy purses to the floor and slumped against Argos. The stable moved out of focus. She retched and turned away to vomit. Within the space of a second, Lumos had gathered her into his arms and wiped her mouth with tenderness. He whispered silly things close to her ear and sang a song much like a lullaby. She lifted her chin. “Thank you. Those men were going to…”

  “I know their intentions toward you. Gods, Thalia, I should not have left you alone.” He turned and glared at Brew. “This would not have happened if you had been ready to leave, cat.”

  Brew weaved in and out of his legs as if apologizing.

  “Sorry is not good enough, cat, it is your duty to protect her. You are her familiar.” Lumos cradled her in his arms. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Take deep breaths, my sweet butterfly. Try to push this fear away. You are safe now and we must leave this place. Can you ride?”

  “Yes.” She nodded and pushed away from the safety of his warmth. “Argos protected me. I think he knows he belongs to us now.”

  “He belongs to you, sweet butterfly. You can command him to give his life for you and he will be happy to oblige.”

  “I could never ask such a thing.” She ran a hand down the stallion’s sleek, black coat. “Thank you, Argos.” She turned to gaze at Brew. “Come on now, into your basket. We have to meet a Hag.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The watery sun had crossed the mountain range, plunging the deep ravines into indigo twilight. On the snow-covered slopes, fir trees stood out like sentries with white flowing cloaks. Far below, a green valley gave way to rolling hills, untouched by the snow, and around small clusters of houses, checkered fields of corn and oats were dressed in the colors of autumn.

  The sleet filled mountain wind bit into Lumos’s face and froze his fingers around the lead rope. He pulled Thalia closer against him and she nestled into him. Without missing a step, the horses pressed on through the deep drifts following Argos’s fearless leadership. He tucked his cloak around her. To be sure, he had underestimated the witch’s stamina. A wave of pride went through him at the recollection of her standing in the stable, dagger in hand. She had not used her magyck but her eyes had darkened to almost black—fire h
ad flamed within those orbs—like a Dragonfae’s mate—his mate.

  How would she react on seeing her image now? By swallowing his seed, she had already begun a subtle change. The scar on her cheek had vanished, her skin had a golden glow, and those small streaks of flame in her eyes had increased tenfold. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent. The witch had given him a glimpse of her true self last eve. Her sweet mouth had delighted him. Her taste had consumed him, like the finest ambrosia. His heart soared, for inside this frightened girl burned the needs and desires of a beautiful woman.

  The track broke free of the canyon and wound up to a plateau overlooking a deep, snow-filled valley on the other side of the range. Here, amongst a forest of pine trees, sat a small village. “We must bypass the village. There are caves higher up the next range. We can stop there for the night. The Hag’s cave is about one hour’s ride from there. We need only take Argos. We will return for the others. If the Hag cannot help us, I have no idea where to go from here.”

  “Do not you know your way home?” Thalia turned to look at him. “I would have thought that would be the first place to go if you needed help.”

  “If I tried to return to Drakka bound in silver with you at my side, we will most likely be killed before we reach the city.” He drew a deep breath. “The Magus would pay highly for my death and those who are now slaves to his potion would be desperate enough to do the job for him.” He turned Argos up a winding path that bypassed the village. “Without my dragon, I am defenseless in Drakka. We have a different society than most Fae. We are warriors, not wood nymphs, and only the strong survive.” He blew out a long puff of steam. “I am the next to take the throne as my father has served one hundred years. To rule, the king must be the strongest dragon, so the heir apparent must fight all challengers.”