The Warder's Dragon

by Viola Grace

  “How can I, when I know that you find me beautiful.”

  “I’ll find you more beautiful if we land! I promise.” In her mind, she heard him laugh and he wheeled into a turn, then began the trip home in earnest.

  She eventually relaxed enough to unclench her thighs and the pleasurable sensations began all over again. The constant rubbing against her clit with every stroke of his wings was driving her nuts, and her breath came harder with every wing

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  beat. Sparks began to fly behind her eyes and she came, shuddering and moaning with the burst of sensation.

  As she fought to regain her breath, she could have sworn that she heard him chuckle. “There is nothing more unattractive than a smug dragon you know.”

  “Me? Smug? That was a cough.”

  “Liar.”

  His eyes narrowed in laughter and she clutched him again as he began to descend. A slow spiral started and she could make out his house and yard in the dimness of the night. “Your house, huh?”

  “The danger is over, and I have Jeeves to wait on you hand and foot.”

  “Hmm, you have a point. Let’s go home.”

  “Your wish is my command.” His wings beat hard as he lowered his legs to land, keeping his neck up as he touched down.

  Now that the wind wasn’t rushing past her ears she could speak out loud again. “Hey, that is Imaran’s line.”

  “If he ever offers to grant your wishes, I’ll eat him.” He was serious. His head swiveled around to look at her in a solemn manner.

  “Do you eat all your enemies? Or do you save that for special occasions.”

  “I used to hunt werewolves. They were good. Taste like chicken.”

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  She looked at him in horror. One of her cousins was a werewolf. Sure she couldn’t change shape, but where would Decklyn draw the line.

  “Relax Anryn. I don’t eat family or friends. I have standards.”

  She skipped talking out loud; it was too tiring trying to meet his eyes as she spoke to him. Her neck wasn’t up to it. She leaned her head against his scales. “Well, that’s comforting. You had me worried.”

  She thought of something that had slipped her mind. “What happened to Ariane? She didn’t appear after she summoned Cathal.”

  “She’s keeping him company.”

  Anryn felt ill, “You mean you ate her?”

  “When she came in to distract me, she spilled her little plot. She hated you and was making plans for the next demon. She was going to conjure a Druj next. I couldn’t let her live.”

  “Will you get in to trouble?”

  “No, of course not. The dragon council will do a memory wipe as soon as I contact them. Ariane will become a traffic accident, with no body.”

  “Have they had to do this type of thing for you before?”

  “Only since the ‘information age’. What a pain in the ass.”

  “So when are you going to change back to bipedal form so I can jump you?”

  “In the morning. It takes a while to digest a demon.

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  They are kind of chewy.”

  “Ew.”

  “Go in to bed. I’ll be out here all night.” His muzzle nudged at her gently, shoving her toward the house.

  “No. I am staying out here with you. Curl up, and I’ll snuggle in. You are warm enough to keep me snug for days.”

  “Alright.” He shifted and wrapped his tail around and tucked his head on his rear leg. “C’mon in, Sweetness.”

  She climbed in over his limbs and snuggled down as he draped one wing across her to keep her warm. His heartbeat was so soothing that she was sleeping only a few minutes later. His muzzle touched her gently, and his tongue flicked out to taste her skin.

  It would be worth a thousand battles to have her curled against him in this trusting manner again. Even knowing that he had eaten his receptionist, she still stayed the night with him. Whether or not she knew it, she was his forever, and he had just the way to keep tabs on her.

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  Chapter Eight

  he next day dawned bright and clear. Decklyn woke before Anryn and slowly changed his shape to human. She blinked the sleep away as she found herself lying in the back yard and on top of his naked, human form. Her clothing was gone. Weird. She looked over and saw them in a pile of fabric and demon blood, next to her high heeled shoes. She sighed as she came to grips with the fact that the clothes were ruined. The next time that Decklyn ate someone, she wasn’t getting near him until he cleaned up. T

  She moved slowly, sliding her knees to either side of his hips, cradling his erection against her pussy. She rocked her hips against him, a lazy shifting that soon had his body surging for penetration. Because of her angle, he couldn’t make the thrust into her channel and was being tortured by the slow writhing of her body against him.

  His mouth tightened and he flipped their

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  positions, her thighs spread wide, and the head of his cock pushing against her. He reached to trace her moist slit with one finger as his mouth moved to suckle her breast with savage ferocity.

  He slid one finger into her, then two. She shuddered and shivered against him, all traces of sleep erased.

  “Oh, winds! Just fuck me already Deck!”

  He froze. That was not something that he had had on his list of possible happenings. “What exactly do you want?” His tone was sly.

  She grabbed his chestnut hair and hauled him up to meet her eyes and told him graphically and concisely. “I want you to take your hard, throbbing cock and put it in my empty, aching cunt and fuck me senseless.”

  “I want you to pound into me as hard as you can and give me all that I can take. And when you cum inside me, I want you to start all over again.” She smiled and took his mouth in a voracious kiss that almost made him cream right there. When she relaxed her grip and let him go she smiled with her lips swollen and moist. “Tag, you’re it.”

  Shaking with lust, he pushed into her. Her head fell back as his lips found her neck and he bit down as his hips began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her with every stroke. She moaned as he pumped into her, sighing with every deep stroke and groaning as he pulled out.

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  The pain from his teeth was rapidly turning into pleasure as the venom triggered a euphoric rush that raised her pleasure threshold until she thought she would fly apart before she came.

  His thumb grazed across her clit with relentless pressure and she mewled and caught her breath as the coil tightened even more. “Deck, please.”

  His cock seemed to swell inside her, filling her as never before. He was huge, and the pressure made her feel fuller then ever before. With one more savage thrust, she came. The sparks flew behind her eyes and she squealed in her release.

  The next thing she felt was a warm washcloth being stroked over her well-used flesh. She was in Decklyn’s bed, but this time there was no shackle on her leg. Smart dragon.

  Her thighs were being held apart by his knees as he cleaned the last traces of his seed from her skin. “Did I faint?”

  His smile said it all. “Yep. Shrieked like a banshee too.”

  “Didn’t I say that no one likes a smug dragon?”

  “Yeah, but you still love one.”

  She froze. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any traces of mockery. “Yes, I do.”

  “You admit it. Good. I have something for you.” He reached over her to the drawer beside the bed.

  “If it’s a condom, you’re a little late.”

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  He drew back a jewelry box and gave it to her, while on his knees between her thighs.

  “This is for the mate that I choose for life. I had it made over a century ago, and never found a woman that I wanted to give it to.” He watched her hold the box carefully. “Until now. Open it.”

  She slowly o
pened the box, and inside was a necklace made of navy blue opal. Or, that is what it looked like at first glance. It was a choker made of dragon scales set in platinum.

  “Is this?”

  “Yes.”

  “But these scales are tiny. Your scales are much larger.” Her hands shook as she drew the choker out of the satin nest. She flicked her hair aside and fought to join the clasp.

  “Let me.” He moved to kneel behind her and fixed the choker into place. “Those are my scales. They are from my member. They don’t grow back.”

  “Your member…?” She looked down at his penis, and there, where she had never thought to look were tiny scars. “You would have had to have done it while in full form.”

  “Yes.”

  “It must have hurt like hell.”

  “Well, it is a necklace to mark my life mate. From the moment that I put it on her, my lifespan will be linked to hers. And hers to mine.” Their

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  was a tiny snick and magic flowered around her.

  A blossoming feeling of rightness ran through her. He was the one. The only one from now until she stopped drawing breath.

  “Did I? Did you? Did we just…?” She was giddy with the magic, just like the first time.

  He held her hands in his and caressed her palms with his thumbs. “Yes. We just did.”

  Her head fell forward, and their foreheads met. For long moments they simply sat still, letting the magic flow between them. “This has been one helluva week.”

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  Chapter Nine

  The day of Albina’s wedding

  “ecklyn, you’re going to have to come with me, or let me out. Albina’s wedding is in two hours and I am going to be there. With or without you.” Anryn stood and tapped her bare foot against the carpet. Decklyn was lounging in bed, glaring at her. D

  “You’re pregnant, and not going anywhere without me.”

  “Then you’d better get dressed and get your ass moving, buddy. I am going to that wedding.” She marched into the shower, scowling at the reflection of the blue tracery around her neck, just below the choker. The venom in his bite had found an eager recipient in her body, and she had begun to ‘show’ a week earlier. “I’m the freakin’ maid of honor!”

  He tried to enter the bathroom after her, and she glared at him in irritation, locking the door

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  behind her. Dragons were notoriously possessive of their females when they were breeding. Decklyn was no exception. He wouldn’t let her go to work, had begun corresponding his investments with his new executive assistant (a happily married harpy), and generally was taking over everything she did.

  Her only comfort had been her mother, who was able to slip past the wards surrounding his estate. Mylawith had brought her junk food, trashy magazines and some of her clothes. Decklyn had found the clothes, the magazines and smelled the cheeseburger.

  He then launched into a lengthy lecture on the evils of fat and constrictive clothing. As a result, Anryn had been running around naked for the last week. Now, enough was enough.

  She made some calls. Delayed the wards at Morcalla’s, talked to an extremely amused Albina, and made the final arrangements for the wedding in Realm. She faced the mirror and rapidly charged it for the transfer.

  She heard the door to the bathroom splinter just as she crossed the threshold and as she looked back through the gateway, she saw him coming after her in fury.

  She popped out of the mirror station in Realm and began to walk to the wedding tent. Astonished passersby froze in their tracks as the

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  naked dryad with obvious signs of a dragon’s child wandered across the green fields.

  Wedding guests that had arrived early and were from the groom’s side, leered at her as she wandered in search of her family. The Warders and guests waved her to the Bride’s tent.

  “Anryn, for the love of the summer winds, get over here!” Mylawith was as surprised as her husband to see their daughter approaching them wearing nothing. She tucked her wrap around her daughter and herded her to the bride’s tent, questioning her in hushed tones the whole way.

  “Where the hell is Decklyn?”

  “He was giving me a hard time about appearing in public, so I came without him.”

  “You broke his wards?”

  “No. I just bent them out of shape to get my way.”

  “Ah, child. Where is he?” She shook her head at her daughter, then laughed. This was Anryn to a tea. Every time she didn’t get her way, she just plowed on through. You had to give in eventually.

  “I think he got stuck in the transition. He’ll probably arrive after the ceremony.”

  “Or he could be right behind you, Sweetness.” Anryn’s back stiffened at Decklyn’s voice. She carefully kept from meeting his furious gaze and stayed with her mother.

  “How do you do that? How is it that where

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  ever I go, you are one step behind me?” She walked forward and kept her eyes on Albina’s tent.

  The other bridesmaids were inside and desperately trying to get all of the layers on the bride, without wrinkling the fabric. The fussy goblin supervising the process wasn’t helping.

  “Morcalla! Give it a rest, would you? Albina is nuts enough as it is.” All eyes turned to Anryn, and kept going to Decklyn who had entered the tent behind her.

  “Good gods, Anryn. You’re not dressed yet.” Morcalla was mortified and ran to the wardrobe on one side, gathering up armloads of fabric and approaching Anryn with the dresses. The nudity that she was currently sporting didn’t faze her at all.

  “Decklyn, I promise that you can punish me as much as you want, as soon as the reception is over. But, now, this is Albina’s day, and I won’t do anything to ruin it.” She pressed herself to him, drawing his head down and mingling her breath with his. Slowly, and thoroughly he kissed her in response, letting her feel his teeth and pulling her hips into his with both hands.

  There was no doubt that she would be ‘punished’ as soon as she let him get her alone. She could hardly wait.

  “Uh, Anryn? I don’t mean to wreck the moment

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  for you, but your guy is naked, and I am getting married in an hour.” Albina was serene, but a tiny frown puckered her brow. She was a blindingly beautiful bride. The layers of fabric were each gossamer, embroidered with delicate silk stitches. There would be twenty in all, to commemorate the number of species that the Warder women had mated with. It was a traditional djinn design, but with a Warder twist.

  Her hair was wound with precious stones, and gold jewelry hung on every available piece of her. The necklaces alone must have weighed over ten pounds.

  “Oh, I am sorry. Albina Ophelia Warder Lakin, this is Decklyn Ringler. Dragon and pain in the ass.”

  “Pleased to meet you.” She reached out to shake his hand. Decklyn took one hand off his mate and took the ringed fingers in his own. The heavy scent of djinn magic was all over her, and he could make out the djinn marks behind the gossamer fabric on her breast.

  “Congratulations on your wedding.”

  “Thank you. Now can you please get out of here before my fiancé gets wind of the fact that there is a naked dragon in the bride’s tent?”

  For the first time since she had met him, Decklyn blushed. “You’re correct, I am sorry. Is there somewhere that I could get clothing? I seem

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  to have forgotten to dress before charging after Anryn.”

  “You might want to try the other dragons.”

  “They won’t help me. I am not exactly popular with the council.” They had not been impressed with the Ariane situation. Not to mention the large bloodstain in the foyer.

  “I’ll handle it.” Anryn walked to the flap of the tent, “Dad!”

  “Yes?” Dominick appeared. His normally unflappable demeanor was a little ragged
around the edges. It used to be his wife that he had to keep chasing and putting clothing on. Now his daughter was in on the action.

  “Could you go to the groom’s tent and get Imaran to whip up some clothes for Decklyn? We can’t have him intimidating the djinn, now can we?” She carefully kept the flap over her body, not needing to traumatize her father any more than was necessary.

  “Sure. C’mon Decklyn.” He grabbed the other male’s arm and began to lead him away. “While we’re out here, I think I’ll explain the details of living with a Warder woman.”

  “What do you know, you married a dryad?” He was sullen. It was humiliating to be led about by a warlock when his chosen mate openly defied him.

  “Ah, but my sisters are Warders. It takes a certain amount of stamina to deal with them.”

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  They were almost out of earshot now. “You see, they think that they’re always right…”

  Shaking her head, she turned to the group of giggling women, goblins and elves. First, she was bound to him, now he was following her nude around Realm. This was really more excitement than she had planned on when she agreed to be Albina’s maid of honor.

  She spread her arms in surrender. “Ok, Morcalla. Attack.”

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  Chapter Ten

  he bride was radiant, the groom was smug, and the rest of the wedding went off without a hitch. Their powers and lives were bound in front of witnesses. The groom’s family was elated, and the bride’s family was looking forward to the party. T

  The instant that the photo’s were finished, developed, and distributed, the reception began.

  The band was a lively group of goblins and over half of the guests flooded the floor the moment that the bride and groom had finished the first dance. Anryn winked and waved at the drummer as they band started to play. He had really known how to use those extra appendages of his.