by Crystal Dawn
Serena screamed his name as she jerked under him and her tight pussy massaged his length gripping him tight. Flint yelled her name as ropes of his come shot deep inside her. It was better every time they were together. Sweat ran down his back and her fingers slid through it. She didn’t care, she was soaked in sweat herself. He rolled them over so she was on top lying across him and she was so exhausted, she just fell asleep.
Serena woke feeling more rested than she had in a while. It was the middle of the night, but she was hungry since they’d missed last meal. “You’re hungry. I would offer to find you food, but I’d either get lost or thrown in prison since no one knows me.” Flint said with humor coating every word.
“Let’s throw something on and we’ll go to the kitchen for a snack.” They put on some clothes and she led him out the door. They went down the hall which was lit with torches and made it to a room where a fireplace was lit.
“The kitchen fire burns all the time for cooking purposes.” Serena explained. “Brody.” She yelled and a young boy came out rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“Serena!” He squealed and ran to her hugging her.
“Easy child. We came down for a snack. What’s good?”
“Cook made some gooseberry dumplings, but she wouldn’t let me have one.”
“Go get them and some meat.” The young boy ran off to do her bidding. He returned moments later with a baked hen and a bowl with dumplings in it. Next, he got three plates and some utensils. Serena divided the food between them.
The young boy dug in as if he was starved, but he looked healthy enough. Serena often wondered where he put it all. “Is this good for you?” She asked, even though Flint was digging in much like Brody.
“I love these sweet dumplings. I’ve never had these berries before.”
“They are a rare treat here, too. Cook will be upset, but she’ll forgive me.”
“Your cook rules the kitchen too?”
“She does, and everyone hops when she’s mad.”
Chapter 8
The White Dragon
They finished eating and went back to bed. When they woke up at dawn, Serena dressed them both with a wave of her hand. He was glad that his clothes were both fashionable and comfortable. Today would be a hard day because he and Ender would be helping her with something they were unfamiliar with.
Serena finally explained everything to him. “I must fight the white dragon and be judged based on the outcome of the battle.”
Flint hadn’t realized until that moment that she was risking her life in an unwinnable fight. “I’ll fight instead. There’s no winning this fight.”
“There is always a way. You and Ender will help the general and I research our asses off until we find the way.”
“Have you forgotten that we can’t read your language, Mate?”
“Have you forgotten that I am magical? My plan will allow you not only to read my language, but it will find all the books that mention the white dragon. Once two days have passed, I will fight him and he will die.”
“If he was defeated before, would he not be dead now?”
“I’m glad you’re paying attention. The dragon is immortal. Yes, he can be killed but he won’t stay dead.”
“That’s amazing.” Ender said as he joined them. “Are there other creatures that do that?”
“Yes, the phoenix is one you should know about since it lives in all kingdoms in small numbers.”
“Yes, I have read the phoenix legends.” Ender admitted.
“This sounds like great fun but we need to start our work. Serena’s life depends on it.” Flint insisted.
“It does, indeed.” The general added as he joined them. Now, they were all present and could go to the archive library.
“All the knowledge of our people throughout the ages resides here. So many stories and facts that not even one of my kind, as long as we live, could go through all if it in a lifetime. That’s why I need you two and the general to help me.” Serena explained as they reached the door to the archive.
Flint felt intimidated by just the huge and heavy wooden doors trimmed with gold and encrusted with valuable jewels. A dark fae king, probably dead for eons, stared at them as if challenging their right to be there.
“I have the right to pass and these people with me are my guests.” The general explained.
“Humans?” The fae on the door asked.
Flint almost jumped out of his skin. “How is this possible and don’t say magic.”
“When Canter died, his spirit was placed in this door as a guard. It was his final wish to safeguard the knowledge of our people. It is an admirable quest he chose.”
“Thank you, greatest granddaughter. You may all pass.” He said and the doors opened wide to allow them inside. Those dark wooden doors were so heavy, Flint doubted he could have opened them even with Ender’s assistance.
Once they were inside, he was amazed by the unending shelves of books going to the ceiling that had to be thirty feet high and all around the room that was as large as his father’s arena back home. The room echoed with their footsteps as they moved inside. Serena was up to something and books began to glow. Looking closer at the nearest one, Flint could make out the words- Bedtime Tales.
“Let’s get you started here.” Serena told him.
“You’re making me look at children’s books?” He protested.
“They hide some of the greatest secrets of any race. My people often hide potions and spells in these stories. Be careful and don’t repeat any of the words out loud.”
“I’m not magical, it would do nothing.”
“You want to test that in this way?”
“No, I see your point. How can I even read this?” He asked.
“I spelled the book to glow if they mention the white dragon. I spelled you and Ender so you could read any of them. They are in an array of old and new languages.”
“Okay. I’m on it.” Flint picked up a book and looked for the reference to the white dragon.
He heard her explain the same thing to Ender as she got him started deeper in the library, which is what it looked like to him. The general had wandered off somewhere so deep inside, Flint could neither see nor hear him. Serena walked to where she could just see him and Ender. Maybe so they couldn’t mess anything up since some of these books were priceless and irreplaceable.
It seemed like hours had passed when he saw Ender carry something to Serena. They put their heads together and she explained something to him. Both of them seemed to be enjoying the pursuit of knowledge and he thought that maybe Ender would have been a better match for her and it hurt to think that way.
His brother was a scholar and a warrior. Flint wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t as interested in books and learning as Ender was. They did get along great and the loving was off the charts. He’d seen no signs that she was unhappy with him and he knew he loved her more than anything. That was why seeing her risk her life would tear him apart.
Turning back to his task, he found something confusing. Wash the white dragon and put him to bed. “Serena,” he called as he moved toward her. “I’m not sure about this.”
She read it. “This is the second mention of water I’ve seen, Ender found the first, that implies water might dull him or make him lose his strength.”
“I’ll see what else I can find.” Flint loved the smile she gave him. Maybe they would find something that would hand her the victory they needed so she would live and they could stay together.
More time passed and it seemed like forever. Ender and the general found things they showed her and Serena wrote them down carefully. “Let’s break for lunch.” She announced. Was it wrong that he was glad for a break, even though he seemed to be helping the least?
Lunch was delicious, the castle cook turned out to be a sweet grandmotherly type and fully human. Flint was glad they ate at a table in the kitchen, rather than out in the main hall where all the supernatural types gathered. Serena was not li
ke the others, she was kind and good.
Once finished with their meal, it was time to go back. Serena had a long list that Flint saw and he hoped the answers to the dilemma were on it. What did he know of her world? Now he would learn under the worst possible circumstances. All of them found more for her to look at before the day was done. None of his were clear, they were after all children’s books.
They went to eat supper, again in the kitchen. If the kitchen staff wasn’t so comfortable around his wife, he would suspect she was hiding from her father or everyone else who might be in the main hall. They ate quickly since they had worked late and retired as soon as they were done. Alone with her in the bedroom, thoughts of claiming her were all that were in his head. Luckily, she seemed to be on the same page.
Flint fought to control himself but he only wanted one thing- her. A groan rolled off of his lips, just before he lowered them to hers, and devoured her. May the gods help him, he tasted her sweet lips, and he was lost. His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips until she let them open letting him in. Impaling her mouth with his tongue, he explored every nook and cranny, until he’d touched every part and some twice.
His hands weren’t idle as his tongue moved, no, they explored her breasts. Her softness thrilled him, smoothing his hard edges and cushioning him as he ground against her. Serena was responsive, she was encouraging him with her moans and light touches. His primitive side had taken control for now, and he loved it. This female was his other half, the only one he wanted. Now he would ensure he was the only one she wanted.
He’d never been the jealous type before, but he’d never fallen in love, either. His need to claim her and keep her by his side was overwhelming. “We need to undress.” He suggested as he stepped away so they could. Never had he stripped so quickly.
Serena did the same and they came back together like to hungry animals. Maybe the overwhelming passion stemmed from the fear that he might lose her soon, or maybe their chemistry had just been kicked up a notch. It didn’t matter, all that did was his need to sink deep inside her and her need to let him.
Serena climbed on the bed with her ass in the air pointing at him like an invitation. He was just the man for the job. Taking himself in hand, he needed no preparation, he was hard as steel. Moving to the bed, he lined them up and slammed in over and over. It felt so good and he was ready to come, but he wanted Serena to explode all around him first.
Just a little bit more and she would climax. Flint rolled his hips to the side hitting the sweet spot that sent her off like a rocket. She clutched at him with her hands and her channel making him orgasm right along with her. Now tired and tangled together, they got comfortable and fell into a deep soothing sleep.
They were up with first light and back to the kitchen for breakfast. Today the cook served them sweet rolls, iced with frosting and filled with fruit. Flint had never had such a thing for first meal, but he liked it. These types of foods were reserved for dessert at home. All of them ate with enjoyment until all the food on the table was gone.
This was the last day that he knew for sure he would spend with his wife. Tomorrow is often uncertain, but in this case danger hung over their heads. It filled him with the need to be with her, but she needed to work alone to have the best chance at survival.
Once they went back to the archives, Flint got to work and looked for clues until his eyes ached. Finally he found something. Take the Ruckspin for the dragon white it will help in the fight. He hurried to show it to her.
“What is the Ruckspin?” He asked.
“It’s an ancient sword that is in our museum.”
“Maybe it needs to come out?”
She read the page. “I think you might be on to something.” Serena scribbled it down. “Tonight, we need to go over my notes and make some decisions.”
“Anything you need.” He replied, before pulling her into his arms.
“No time for that,” said Ender as he handed her a book.
“Yes, that may help, too.”
Flint just wanted it done. The waiting was killing him even though the search kept him busy. It was his most fervent wish he never go through anything like this again. If Serena won, he was certain he never would. If she lost, well, he refused to think that was even possible.
Working longer and harder, they found lots of hints, but what the hell did they mean? One thing was for sure, the White Dragon was a popular theme to write about. Some hints on how to get the upper hand with the dragon sounded more believable than others. Sorting through the lies and the truth would be difficult. Serena could do it, he hoped, since she had been raised among these books.
Chapter 9
Fighting the White Dragon
Serena had the information she needed by last meal. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what hints she had found were the best to use. It was even possible some might not be true at all. She would have to sift through all of it and find her nuggets of gold and hope they weren’t fool’s gold.
Leading the way out of the archives, she took them to the kitchen to eat. She didn’t have the fortitude to tough it out in the main hall among her own kind. The kitchen was her preferred place to eat, but even if it hadn’t been, she would have chosen it because of Flint and Ender. Her people weren’t kind to strange humans. The guards had faded into the background, so quiet and unmoving it was easy to forget they were there. Yet, they were.
Were they racist? A little bit and they had a superior attitude that grated on her nerves. When she looked up, her father was headed her way and she wished she could escape. “Serena?”
“Yes, Father?”
“Everything is set up for your battle. You might not believe this, but I do love you. I will miss you when you go into the mist.” He nodded to the others at the table and turned and left.
“That was cold.” Ender declared.
“It’s his way.” Serena explained.
“He does love you. I believe you’ve always been his favorite. He told me once that you fight like a man. That’s a great compliment from him. His view towards women started to change when you began to walk.” The general admitted.
Flint’s eyebrow raised in question of those facts, but he said nothing. Maybe he didn’t want to upset her, since he thought her father had done enough. His hand grabbed hers and squeezed it before he let it go.
Tomorrow she would face the white dragon and her father was planning her funeral. Flint, Ender, and even the general tried to show hope that she might be victorious, but the doubt was visible, and who could blame them? The right weapons could make all the difference, but she didn’t know what they were.
“Come, take a walk with me.” Flint followed her outside to the castle’s courtyard. She went to the wishing well, pulled out a single strand of her blonde hair and watched it slowly glide on the air, lower and lower. It hit the water and swirled around. “How can I beat the White Dragon?”
She waited forgetting to breathe in her need for an answer. The well hesitated before sending her a vision. Serena smiled, she thought she knew what she needed to do.
“What is all this about?” Flint asking.
“I’m asking for magical assistance.”
“Are you getting it?”
“I believe I am.”
“We won’t know for sure until tomorrow, will we?”
“No, but keep positive thoughts.”
“I always do for you.”
The man had her heart and if she didn’t make it, wherever her soul went, she would miss him terribly. They went up to their room to turn in for the night. Flint just held her and she knew it was because he didn’t want to tire her or steal any strength from her that she might need tomorrow.
When she woke in the morning, it didn’t feel like it would be her last day. Serena hoped that was a good sign. Dressing as a warrior, she wore well-worn leather, comfortable, but tough. It wasn’t dragon tough, but if she fell or was thrown it would offer some protection to her. Her boots were tough
and made to grip the ground in rough terrain. Armor wasn’t allowed, unless that was her single chosen defensive item which it was not. The dragon would just cook her more easily in it.
“Let’s go.” She suggested, and Flint followed her downstairs for what could be her last meal. They ate in the kitchen and she kept an eye on the time. Her father sent a guard anyway.
“Your father wanted to give you a last chance to change your mind. If not, then you are expected to be in the arena in as soon as you can make it.” The guard said.
“I’ll be there soon.” She promised. The guard bowed, turned, and left.
This was going to be a major event and the seats would be packed. Flint and Ender followed her and she showed them to their seats when they entered the arena. She left them to walk to the foot of her father’s throne. In her lifetime, no one had fought the white dragon. Serena had never even seen it because it was only called out of the world it dwelled in when it was needed to make a judgement by battle.
“Welcome my daughter. What say you?” Her father said, speaking loud enough to be heard. All noise in the arena stopped immediately. Everyone knew this was what they were waiting for, although none of them knew what was going to happen.
“My fated mate is a human. I am aware this is against our laws, but I feel the gods support my mating. I ask for trial by battle to judge the rightness of my decision.”
“Your request is granted. You will battle the white dragon and the winner take all. What defensive item do you chose?”