The Dragons’ Demon: A Dragon's Dream

by Marie Harte

  “Try not to scar him overmuch. He is my son, and I hold some fondness for him.”

  “Father.”

  “You’d rather the pit?”

  James looked at Eve, who shuddered.

  “No pit. She’s not at fault here,” Ranton thundered as he entered her father’s main chamber from above, accompanied by another dragon. None of the crude buildings in the Abyss sported ceilings, and Eve had always thought her father partial to the sky in deference to his time spent in the upper realm.

  Ranton settled quickly, black scales covering his body, a flaming sword in his hands. The dragon beside him looked like his twin, save he had dark blue eyes and blond hair. Very, very odd.

  “Ah, the new dragon king.” Asael rose to greet the dragons. He slapped the blond on the back and nodded admiringly at Ranton’s sword. “General, how nice to see you again. I understand that you already know my daughter.”

  Ranton glanced at Eve, and she was taken aback at the sheer hunger in his gaze. As he stared, the hunger relented to show his anger, which he quickly masked. Her heart raced, and her pussy flooded. Only Ranton could make her both scared and aroused at the same time, the monstrous beast. Oh, shit. She was in for it now.

  Her father glanced from her to Ranton and back again, and sat on his throne, his fingers steepled below his chin. Mischief, and if she wasn’t mistaken, a spark of satisfaction, danced in his black eyes.

  “She’s mine,” Ranton barked, not even trying to persuade her father of anything.

  “She is,” the blond dragon agreed. “I called and she came.”

  Her father’s eyes narrowed. “You did?”

  “He did?” James and Duncan said as one.

  “By the damned,” Eve breathed, finally realizing why the stranger looked like Ranton. “Jentaron?”

  “Hello, Eve,” he said, his voice decidedly seductive.

  She blinked and glanced at Ranton, who glared between her and his brother.

  “But, you were an egg a few days ago.”

  “Things change.”

  She couldn’t stop staring, and heard Ranton growl. “This is your charge?” She laughed. “You must really have your hands full.”

  “You have no idea.” Ranton’s sword blazed. “But I think there’s been some misunderstanding. You belong to me.”

  Asael stood and everyone quieted. He studied Ranton, and she knew what her father saw. A spirit so strong neither he nor the angels could touch it. And a fierceness, a hunger to rival the demons. “So you would take her punishment, then, since her delay was, in fact, your fault?”

  “If you would live long enough to give it, yes,” Ranton said softly, the threat hanging in the humid air.

  Her father stared, unblinking, and soon laughed. But no one spoke, not sure if his laughter meant good tidings or bad. “I like you, Ranton. Full of piss and vinegar, and not a little fire. You want my daughter, hmm? What of Eve’s wants? Does she know what being yours will entail?”

  Eve stared, openmouthed, at her father. He planned to just hand her over, no explanations needed? And what of Ranton? She was to become “his”? His what? His wife, his mate, his property? The last had her glaring and she took a few steps toward the domineering dragon.

  “Yes, Ranton, what exactly does being yours entail?”

  Jentaron smirked and took a step back. “I missed you, Eve.”

  Ranton breathed fire as he strode toward her. Before he deigned to explain, he kissed her so hard she could barely breathe. “Sassa, you will come home with me. We’ll live here in the lower region, in the catacombs, and I’ll allow you to complete the work of the Ethereals, with some stipulations, of course.”

  She sputtered, incredulous at his arrogance. “You, you’ll allow me—”

  “Excellent.” Her father beamed. “Make sure to beat her at least twice a week, and if she refuses to see reason, just drop her from the sky once or twice.”

  “Father.”

  “Yes, dear. I love you too. But remember, we have work to do. Joining the dragons helps them more than it helps us. So you owe me one, Jentaron. And one day I’ll collect.”

  “Of course you will.” Jentaron bowed his head in respect, though his tone was wry.

  “But I haven’t said I agree.” Eve wondered if she made a noise, for everyone seemed to be talking around her. Mating, moving, belonging? So confusing, so why was her heart pounding with…hope?

  “The agreement was made for you.” Asael hugged her to him and kissed her forehead tenderly. “Make sure to visit often, Eve. And I want one of the fauns to help see to the first of your many birthings.”

  Now Ranton looked as stunned as she felt. “Birthings? I’m a warrior, not a breeder.”

  “And she’s a demon, not a dragon. Of course you’ll breed. And won’t that be a battle, to see who wields the Nailiim.”

  “The what?”

  Teban whistled. “The Nailiim. The offspring of dragon and demon. Totally forbidden by the archangel Michael thousands of years ago, today thought more myth than real. Well, this should be fun.”

  Her father grinned, and Jentaron nodded. “Now I see. Very shrewd, Asael. But rest assured, the hatchlings of dragon blood will remain with my sect.”

  “And yet those young will breed a new line, and so on and so forth, thinning the hold on your blood, hmm? Then we’ll see, won’t we?”

  “Wait a minute here.” Eve’s head was spinning. “Hatchlings? I’m a demon, a measure of balance. I don’t breed young.”

  “I know, dear. But you will.” Asael sat again and waved to them. “Now this has been enlightening, but I have souls to steal and punishments to mete. Duncan, James, serve out your sentences. Oh, and Duncan, I will be checking with Uriel, so don’t try to cheat me out of justice. And try to be discreet when gathering information, okay?”

  Duncan swore and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

  “You think you’re getting off lightly, don’t you, James?” Her father laughed, and Eve knew James was in for it. For three hundred years she’d sat by her father’s knee. His punishments were swift but fair, and the devil knew James deserved more than his share of retribution for all that he’d put her through. “I know more about Teban than he knows about himself. Good luck.”

  Teban frowned at her father as he transformed into his beast. Not quite as large as Ranton, Teban nevertheless intimidated with his sharp teeth, fiery breath and glittering green scales. Once turned, his eyes glowed with anticipation, and Eve wondered just what Teban had in mind for her brother, his “friend”.

  James nodded with deference to Asael, but glared and batted away the claw Teban held out to him. Instead he surrounded himself with blue flame and gracefully mounted Teban’s ridged back, waiting with a glum expression, nestled between the gray-green wings.

  “A pleasure, as always, Asael.” Teban rumbled and turned to Ranton. “I’ll see you two at home. And welcome to the world, little brother.” He padded to Jentaron and blew fire over the younger male’s body.

  Jentaron smiled, his grin making Eve’s heart race. Damn it all. He looked so much like Ranton, but with blue-gray eyes and blond hair. And that grin made her impossibly wet. He patted Teban on the head, then turned his attention back to Eve. An unnatural hunger burned in his dragon eyes, and she took a step back.

  “Oh no, sassa. We have some things to discuss at home.” Ranton smiled through his teeth and placed his sword at his back. “Asael, until we meet again.”

  “Good luck, Ranton. You’re going to need it. And to you, young king. Blessings of the damned upon your line.”

  Jentaron nodded. “Thank you, Asael. I’ll be seeing you soon, I’m sure. A few years at most before the first of the young arrive.”

  Asael smiled back. “Exactly.”

  Eve sputtered, but could say no more as Ranton caught her in his arms and took to the sky. The glitter in his eyes and the speed in his wings told her one thing.

  There would be hell to pay.

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  “If you think that macho display of speed scared me, think again.” Standing in Ranton’s brightly lit room, Eve glared at Ranton and locked her hands on her hips. Scared, ha. She’d been petrified. But no way in hell would she let him know how much she hated that stomach-in-the-throat maneuver he seemed to have perfected every time she’d flown with him.

  “But Eve, we don’t want you scared, do we Ranton?” Jentaron said, studying her as if he’d never seen a female before.

  Then again, perhaps he hadn’t.

  “Speak for yourself.” Fire darted from Ranton’s eyes. “This little demon owes me for what she pulled.”

  For what, screwing his brains out? Eve couldn’t help a smirk, and knew she’d made a huge mistake when Ranton’s skin began to scale over. Inky darts of color washed over his hands and forearms, and his pupils flamed inside jet-black eyes.

  Ranton grabbed her by the shoulders and flame arched over her face. The dragon fire felt more like a caress than a blow, however, and she found herself becoming aroused in the presence of Ranton’s rage.

  “I want to know what you did to me, exactly. Did you put a spell on me, little demon? And did you really think you could run far enough away that I’d never find you?”

  “Yes, Eve,” Jentaron added, approaching her from behind. His breath kissed her neck, and she jerked at the sensation of feeling trapped. Angling a look over her shoulder, she swallowed hard. Jentaron’s eyes blazed, blue and silver bands of light that looked more demon than dragon. “What exactly did you do to Ranton? Because whatever it was had a definite impact on me as well. I felt a burst of energy just as big brother lost consciousness.”

  Ranton growled at the reminder and pulled Eve closer, so that she could feel his thick erection prodding her belly. “Why don’t you show me again just what you did? And don’t worry, this time I’ll stop you before I black out.”

  Ranton glanced over her head, his expression both tense and approving.

  “Look, Ranton. I don’t know why you think you’re the one giving orders around here, but you have to understand—”

  She sucked in a breath when Jentaron’s lips found the racing pace of her jugular. He sucked, lightly at first, then harder, leaving a mark. And his touch arched lightning through her body.

  Staring at Ranton, she saw his mirrored surprise, as well as an evil grin, darkening his face.

  “Payback’s a bitch, Eve. And you owe us both.”

  “You left me to hatch alone, Evie,” Jentaron murmured and pressed into her backside. He groaned and rubbed against her. “And my hungers have only gotten worse. You have to ease me, Eve. I command it.”

  Ranton nodded. “And as his Guardian, I can compel you to do so.”

  Eve blinked, totally turned-on, and totally perplexed. “You want me to fuck your brother?”

  “To teach him, instruct him in the ways of human sexuality, and relieve his aches. Love him, Eve, as you do me,” he said softly.

  Tears welled, confusing her. Her body was on fire, and her emotions jumbled about, desire and love melding within. “I…” She didn’t know what to say.

  “Show us, Eve. Show us your love,” Jentaron whispered, and turned her mouth to his kiss.

  Though at an awkward angle, Jentaron’s kiss soon had her lost to everything but his unique scent, and the burning pitch of desire. Whereas Ranton’s touch commanded her acceptance, made it impossible to refuse, Jentaron’s was lighter, more hesitant. And as she understood his newness to sexuality, she also understood he was different than Ranton. Less domineering, gentler. Yet in no way less potent.

  “That’s it, Jentaron,” Ranton murmured, ripping through Eve’s clothing with what she imagined a sharp claw. “Take her mouth, love her and own her.”

  She wanted to deny this talk of ownership, but Jentaron surprised her by plunging his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, and as the kiss deepened, wasn’t surprised when he began pushing against her.

  “By the embers, Eve,” Jentaron rasped as he left her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck. “I need you so much.”

  “Easy, brother.” Ranton cupped Eve’s breasts in his large hands, surprising her that she hadn’t felt her clothes fall off. “You’ve yet to enjoy the taste of her breasts.”

  Jentaron moved so quickly she had barely blinked before he stood before her.

  “So beautiful.” His eyes filled, and she glanced from him to Ranton, taken aback at the loving expression in Ranton’s gaze as he stared at her.

  This was more than possession, more than ownership. Ranton looked at her as if he…loved her.

  He smiled, meeting her questioning gaze. “You’re mine, Eve. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to keep. And you’re Jentaron’s as well.” They noted Jentaron’s fascination with her body. He had yet to take his eyes from her. “You are his Guardian, like me. You answered his call, and it’s now your duty to see to our new king.”

  She swallowed. “See to him?”

  Jentaron took her breast in his mouth and she moaned, the pull of his lips shooting to her womb.

  “That’s it, Eve. Feel the pleasure, take the offering. You’re ours now. Say it.”

  Ranton moved behind her and ran his hands over her back and around to her belly. Stroking her ribs with feather-light touches, he surprised her with the speed at which he suddenly penetrated her slick channel with his fingers, and she closed her eyes in helpless surrender.

  “Say it.”

  His thumb rubbed her clit while he thrust his digits inside her, and Jentaron continued his loving exploration of her breasts with enthusiasm, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Dear hell, but she couldn’t help the affection, the love, from spilling over her.

  “I’m yours.” She opened her eyes to see Jentaron’s lit with a fierce hunger.

  “Yes, ours.” He kissed her again, and before she knew it, she returned his kiss, teaching him how to angle his mouth, how to stroke her tongue with his own, turning his hunger into nearly unquenchable desperation. His body temperature escalated, and she wondered that she didn’t feel the burn. But Ranton made it nearly impossible to think.

  “Down, Eve,” Ranton growled. “On your knees.”

  He pushed her down as she moved, and she knelt on the hard stone, stimulated by the cold on her hands and knees in contrast to the fiery heat of her lovers. She felt Ranton between her thighs, and tingled when he pushed her legs further apart to settle between them. Jentaron, however, remained on his feet and stared down at her, his cock just slightly higher than her head.

  Pre-come glittered at his tip, and she saw the tightness of his sack, the veins prominent on his thick shaft. Jentaron’s chest rose and fell, his breathing loud as he stared at Eve on her knees, his brother preparing to fuck her.

  “I’ll never forget this moment,” he said, love in his eyes. “You are so beautiful to me, Eve, so loving. My Guardians,” Jentaron sighed. He glanced at Ranton, and she could tell they spoke without words.

  When Jentaron left her to walk toward the bed, she watched, anticipation making her wetter and wetter. Ranton played with his cock between her cheeks, and she remembered everything about their last anal play.

  “Oh, Eve,” Ranton whispered. “You’re going to love this so much you’ll beg for more. And this is only just beginning. You owe me, love.”

  “Payback,” she breathed, more than eager to settle the score. She wanted Ranton with every beat of her racing heart, and every drop of her heating blood. The demon wanted the dragon, wanted to feel possessed, owned. And Ranton, damn him, knew it.

  He rumbled with dark laughter, nudging his cock further into her hole. The heat of him stole her composure, and she angled away, wanting him in her pussy more than her ass. She ached for him, and he meant to prolong her agony.

  Jentaron returned quickly, and knelt on two thick pillows he carried.

  “What—”

  His cock soon met her lips. On the pillows, he aligned perfec
tly with her mouth, and without saying a word, he pushed for entry, his gaze gone completely silver.

  She opened her mouth and accepted him, taking him inch by inch until he was seated fully inside her.

  “Eve,” he groaned and pulled out, only to slide back in. “That’s so good.”

  Jentaron clenched her hair and began fucking her mouth. Her clit throbbed at his taste, and she unconsciously shoved her ass back toward Ranton. He penetrated her more, and his thickness hurt. But even the pain felt better than the emptiness in her womb. She wanted him to fill her, to be one with her. And her utter need made it impossible for her to succumb to pleasure without him.

  She moaned and tried again, failing to capture Ranton between her legs.

  “That’s good, Eve. Need me, sassa. Need me forever,” Ranton said thickly and repositioned himself lower. His shaft slid into her with ease, her channel wet and welcoming as he stretched her walls.

  “Mmm,” she managed around Jentaron’s cock. So good. Give me more, Ranton, Jentaron, more.

  As if he’d heard her, Jentaron grew longer, his size stunning Eve despite her ability to automatically accept him. The demon within her hungered, and Jentaron meant to feed her.

  “I can’t hold back,” he groaned. “Eve, take me.”

  She pressed harder with her tongue, and raked her teeth lightly along the underside of his shaft. Jentaron cried out and shot, quaking as he filled her mouth with sweet come.

  On and on he pulsed, while Ranton fucked her from behind. Jentaron finally stopped and withdrew from her mouth. Ranton continued to pound into her, grunting with pleasure, and she felt her rise toward climax as he hit that spot within her that made her bones melt.

  Jentaron leaned down to kiss her. He murmured her name and stroked her hair. He was so gentle, so reverential, and determined to make her crazy with lust. His scent stirred her ardor anew, and when he reached down to fondle her breasts, she rammed back into Ranton’s thrusts with a ferocity that increased Ranton’s aggression.

  “Fuck, Eve. You’re killing me,” he rasped, his hands clenching her ass so hard he’d leave bruises. The feel of his balls slapping her pussy as he pummeled her made her moan, and his cock felt like pure, dark ecstasy as he took her higher and higher into the perfection of rapture.