“Welcome to my humble abode,” Ignelion’s voice came from the balcony. “Elleria supposed to bring you earlier, but I assume something must have happened.”
“Not really,” I said earning a glare from a dragon girl.
“Anyway,” he proceeded to the stairs. “I’m sure you must be confused with all this. A meeting in the middle of the night, at the dead-end of the library… well, please allow me to explain.”
I desired nothing else at the moment, and so I took the seat on the opposite sofa and waited for Ignelion to start his monolog. Not that curiosity didn’t eat me.
The combination of soft sofa, the warmth of the fire and pleasant scent of the old books made me sleepy. It was really hard to stay focus.
“You can stop it, Elleria,” Ignelion voice came from behind the invisible sheet. “I trust her, and even so, I think it’s too late for precautions.”
What the fuck they were talking about? Did they poison me or something…?
Snap!
A feeling of sudden vertigo and I was back to the spot I was sitting.
“What the fuck just happened?” I hissed, anger beat invisible chains hampering my powers.
Ignelion raised a wine glass to his mouth and tasted the crimson liquid inside, then he turned to me. His knowing eyes held it all, but he only smiled.
“I put you under a spell,” Elleria said in a bored tone.
“Why? What kind of spell?”
“Why?” Elleria asked herself. “Well, because I’m at odds with old man Ignelion. He thinks you’re something, a true piece of work, but I don’t agree with him. So I tested your natural resistance.”
It was the last straw. I shot to my feet. I’d kill the bitch. Unfortunately, this bitch was faster and stronger than I’d anticipated. Out of blue, I found myself in her steel embrace.
“Elleria is willing to train your physical attributes, while I’ll focus on your mental and magical capabilities, Flare,” Ignelion said as if nothing happened. He watched us and sipped the wine by the firepit. “What are you going to say? Are you interested?”
“I’ll break your bones if you won’t let me go,” I snapped, but Elleria’s body didn’t move an inch. The thing was. I was seriously pissed off, but at the same time, a part of me marveled at the display of the dragon girl’s strength. Didn’t Ignelion say in the class that I should be on par with her? Then, why couldn’t I move?
“Struggle all you want, kiddo,” Elleria sighed into my ear. “Without training, you’re nothing more than a grunt.”
“I’m not kiddo,” I hissed calling my powers, but the fucking spell blocked it. How could I beat this bitch if someone put a tap on my magic? “And the day the asshole who bound my powers take—”
“Someone bound your power?” Elleria cut in. “What crap is that?”
Ignelion approached us, not hurrying at all, bastard. He put his hand on my forehead, a tingling feeling zipped across my head, then his hand was gone.
“For god’s sake,” Ignelion’s eyes widened and I saw raw emotions swirling inside them. “She speaks the truth. There is a powerful spell inside her. It stinks of the unicorns.”
Elleria let me go, but I wouldn’t forget that ‘kiddo’ comment or the fact that something stank inside me. Though for now, I needed to figure out what was going on.
“Unicorns? Could it be… her.”
Ignelion put a wine glass on the bricked shelf.
“Her?”
“Selene.”
Chapter 15
“Where have you been?” Rebecca’s voice drummed in my head. A little fairy was a total psycho. And a spy.
“Well, well, now. I should ask the same of you. You ran off.”
Rebecca’s tiny harpy form wavered as if the illusion temporarily lost its strength.
“Something scared me off,” she huffed and puffed. Not in a very harpy-looking way. I threw myself on the bed. I had to keep my mind clear. Rebecca has demonstrated the ability to read it.
By staring at the ceiling, I blanked my thoughts. I wouldn’t be able to do much if that little bitch could get into my head any time she wanted.
Rebecca zapped all over the bedroom. She was agitated by our little accident in the library.
“I need a favor, Rebecca,” I said. “I’m starving. Could you fetch me some food?” A half-truth. Once more I was buying time.
“I’ll order it.”
“No. I need you to physically pick it up.”
“Physically?”
Her expression became unreadable for a split-second. I could say she didn’t like it. If I kept pushing her away, Rebecca would figure out that something was off. Would she notify someone? Who would that be? My mind lost its purity and thoughts showered down.
Rebecca’s predatory eyes narrowed.
“You’re hiding something from me, Flare.”
Should I play dumb and deny? Or rather show her who is the boss? I chose the latter.
“Maybe I do. Why do you care?”
“Flare! I’m your personal assistant. I’m here to help. You can trust me.”
I began laughing. It seemed hard to exactly say why, but her words were wrong on so many levels. Trust? The little harpy was trying to outdo herself. I forced myself to stop lest my ribs would hurt for the rest of the next week.
“You’re hurting my feelings,” Rebecca sobbed in the corner of my bedroom.
My instincts told me that it was only for a show. Whatever this ‘fairy’ thing was, it wasn’t capable of feeling emotions the same way humans did. The logical thing would be to get rid of her, but then again, I relied on her too much. Wasn’t that convenient? The immense complexity of the Dragon Academy forced students to keep their personal assistants with them. For now, Rebecca had to stay with me. But I’ll learn how to shield my thoughts if she likes it or not.
“I made my decision,” I said. “I’ll learn how to shield my thoughts.”
“What? Why?” Rebecca’s leathery wings flapped, and she got into the air. She hovered above me until I patted her down.
‘That was uncalled for,’ she murmured regaining her foot.
It was a test. I needed to understand how physical you really are, Rebecca.
My mental comment agitated her even more. The little harpy was losing ground under her feet and she had no clue what to do about it. Rebecca’s kind wasn’t the smartest one. That was an important thing to know.
“Now get me books on learning mental exercise and mind shielding.”
“But why… why would do that to me?” she squirmed under my glare. My words made her seriously uncomfortable. “And just for your information, such books aren’t available for the first-year students.”
“Oh really?” I snickered, which almost caused her to flee. “Didn’t you say you’re here to help? Aren’t you on my side?”
I got her good.
“You have a guest! A guest!” her panic expression relaxed immediately. “It’s the Head of the Dragon House. It’s important.” She almost sang with happiness.
They got me instead, it seemed. Ignelion warned me yesterday in the library after he’d offered to teach me in secret. Apparently, the factions that Nix and my lovely Dramer had been talking about, were strongly manifesting here in the academy. And for some reason, they were targeting me.
“What Saaron wants this time? It’s Saturday. No classes today.”
“His reason for the visit is classified,” Rebecca beamed. I guessed that the little bitch was behind this unexpected interruption. This spoke something about her, too. She couldn’t deny my request, so she did everything to postpone or cancel it.
“Fine, I’ll meet him in five minutes.”
*
I could tell that Saaron was sick of waiting. He was too important for lowly bugs like me. Rebecca’s panic must have alarmed him. He wore a lacquered red leather jacket with a black shirt underneath that tautened over his muscles, and denim jeans. His casual outlook put him in a new perspective. Even, his emerald
hair and red eyes perfectly matched with his feminine face.
“You’re quite a slow one,” Saaron said without betraying more emotions than necessary. His handsomeness mixed with my bad need to touch Dramer caused that something stirred in my lower abdomen. The sensation was so strong that I blushed and had to turn away.
“Why are you here?” I asked bluntly. His sick games didn’t interest me one bit.
“This is how do you speak to someone who is trying to help you?”
Heh, how familiar. Where did I hear it? Rebecca gently hissed. She read my thoughts and now Saaron must know it, too. Unless he could do the same.
“If you care about me, then let me see Dramer and my friends.”
“Your meeting with my brother is out of my reach. I can do nothing about that. But your friends… yes, here I see a room for improvement.”
His tone preluded something bad. My entire body sang in alarm.
“What do you mean?”
“I can arrange a meeting with friends of yours in exchange for the respect you ought to show me.” He put his hands behind his back. “Each time I meet you, be it corridors or a canteen, you are defying me. Other students already spread rumors. It can’t be.”
“Rumors?” I asked. “I heard nothing.”
“From now on, when you see me in a public space, you’ll kneel like everyone else, understood?”
“No.”
“Flare…” Rebecca murmured with genuine worry. Maybe she wasn’t that bad? Could it be that they forced her to do all these bad things? I truly hoped so because it’d suck kicking her butt.
“You’re such a pain, Flare,” Saaron said. “Are you sure do you want to go this route?”
Despite a hint of emotions, I noticed something. A massive shape appeared in his left leg. A fabric of jeans tautened in the shape of a huge phallus. Did my defiance give Saaron a hard-on? This was bizarre, but I needed to salvage this situation. Saaron was an asshole who would go after my friends if he failed at subduing me, which he would. My vocabulary didn’t know words associated with losing.
Let test his cold blood.
“Saaron, you seem worked up a little,” changing my tone a bit made a surprising difference. Honestly, sometimes I forgot that I was a twenty-year-old female. “I could help you with the tension.” Could I? Would I really do it if he didn’t take the bait? He was a handsome guy, though my feelings toward him leaned closer to hatred than love. The truth was that Dramer made a difference here. I couldn’t cheat on him, could I?
“Wh-what are you… talking about?” I hit the spot. Saaron realized his erection and spun. “You didn’t see anything,” he growled for the first time losing his cool. So, that was it. He was insecure about his cock. Sol taught me well. She told me about the embarrassment that stemmed from exposing one’s flesh. Some powerful people possessed such weaknesses and so she’d made sure that I didn’t have one. A smart teacher she’d been until she abandoned me. I’ll kill her for that, such thoughts had a pungent taste, but they were true.
“All I saw, was a demi-dragon who had an erection,” I taunted him. Yes, I understood the difference in our power levels. He was somewhere around nine or higher. I couldn’t exactly say. The stronger one was the harder was to get a correct reading of strength. It sucked I couldn’t tell what my level was, as well.
Saaron was losing his temperament. His fists clenched.
“Flare… what’s happening,” Rebecca whispered in my ear. She was terrified. “The Head of the Dragon House is known of not possessing a temper. This is bad, Flare. You must finish it.”
I’m trying, I hit her back with a mental message so hard she reeled in the air. Was it truly me?
“You wouldn’t dare to defy a demi-dragon!’ Saaron drawled through the clenched teeth. ‘In a decade no one pushed me this far!” What about Dramer?
“Seriously? I just began pushing, Saaron. Let’s see how long before you’ll snap.”
I’m not gonna lie. If he attacks me now. I’m as good as dead. His power is insane, I understood the situation, but that was the issue with me. I couldn’t back down. Even, if I wanted to.
Saaron didn’t come at me. He only stood with his back to me and growled. Well, if he wasn’t going to do it, then I’d attack. I approached him from behind and placed both my hands on his hips and smiled as he squirmed under my touch.
“Stop it,” Saaron hissed but made no move to free himself. I thought so, Saaron. Women are your weak point.
“What if I don’t. Will you punish me?” Dramer, forgive me, but right now this was a part of my survival. A brute force wouldn’t cut it. Not with this man and my state. I can’t beat Saaron as long as my power is sealed. Please understand. My hands advanced. My left hand hit the jackpot. The size of his junk was truly massive. It trembled with a desire that seeped into my body at the first contact.
“You don’t understand…” Saaron said with a serious strain in his voice. “This isn’t a game… this… oh, god…” I squeezed his cock. It was rock solid, but my grip melted it.
“All I see, is that you’re pretending to be a cold bastard, but in the reality, you’re just a sex-depraved jerk,” I whispered into his ear.
His cock shuddered in my hand with a life of its own. It possessed formidable strength as well. Maybe this strategy wasn’t the smartest. Before my eyes appeared flashbacks of the close encounter with Dramer and the damage it caused. Would this room handle us?
“Flare! You should back down now!” Rebecca shouted from somewhere. I forgot that she even existed. A new force was pulling me closer to Saaron. A mating call awakened in my blood. The scent of Saaron’s skin in my nostrils was like a double shot of energy.
There is a plan… plan… what plan?
I was losing my ability to think logically. Lust raged inside me. I wanted to fuck Saaron. I could despise him, hate him, whatever. Certain emotions didn’t matter in moments like this.
Saaron’s body has shivered constantly as the epicenter of seismic shocks.
“Flare thi—” a desperate call of someone from somewhere came and abruptly ended. People needed to mind their own business.
Embers at the bottom of my stomach stirred and a blinding explosion turned them into a true hellfire. My hands grabbed at Saaron’s pathetic jeans and tore them apart. I licked my lips when his freed cock throbbed in my hand. Finally, I can satisfy my hunger. I’ve waited twenty fucking long years for this.
Saaron chose this moment to turn, and he wasn’t all that gentle about it, too. He whirled, his hand shot and grabbed my neck, then he smashed my body against the sofa with a strength that shattered it to pieces.
Oh yes, I was turned on like never. Saaron’s lust-distorted face blazed with a savage thirst. He demanded my body to glove his thick rod. But I still had clothes on me. He was doing rather a poor job of stripping me naked.
He growled like a beast when his hands touched my sex through a fabric of my clothes. Then, in a flash of a second, my clothes were gone. He removed them with a spell. Naked I was trapped under his muscular body. Not only my clothes were gone with a spell. His disappeared, too.
I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his flesh. Stone-hard six-pack, massive chest, wide shoulders. Saaron’s feminine appearance dissipated in an instant once he was butt naked. The heat between my thighs increased a thousand-fold and a lump of panic settled in my stomach that I might burn his penis. Saaron growled as his face slowly traversed the distance between my perky tits and my neck. He inhaled my scent as I’d done before and something switched on.
He entered me.
The universe has never possessed words to describe a true sensation of the first penetration. Combustive, energizing, blissful… fulfilling. His enormous size seemed to fill me entirely, but when he began moving in and out, Saaron’s cock started to enlarge.
“How do you like a dragon’s cock?” he snarled into my ear. His voice was rich with lust.
“I can handle it. Can you handle me?”
He thrust his penis into me with a massive force. Only dirty, carnal needs remained in my mind. Everything else fled.
It was time to fuck and get fucked.
Saaron’s pace and roughness reached a critical level. His two arms like pillars flanked my head as his pelvis smashed against me relentlessly. Drops of sweat appeared all over his body. My sex tightly gloved him, squeezing his rod each time he ventured deeper than I thought was possible. What was the true depth of a dragoness? It seemed that Saaron had a plan to discover this secret.
My hand flew all over as the first waves of orgasm came out of nowhere. The feeling of exhilaration so powerful that no chains could stand it.
Chains…
Saaron’s body was a blur, while I finally found a rhythm with him. This man possessed unmatched stamina. He could fuck me indefinitely. I didn’t want him to stop, though the waves of my orgasms seemed to crash higher. And the higher they went the more I craved them. An unending cycle of lust.
It ended with Saaron’s scream. I sensed his orgasm as if it was a part of my nature. My sex contracted violently milking and sucking him without mercy. When his cum erupted inside me. The cycle of lust closed, and my orgasm peaked, trapping both of us in extasy. The world around us melted. Only our two naked bodies remained. Saaron gasped, craving the air more than anything. During that short-lived period of nirvana, I came to see his true face, freed from a mask of dulled emotions. He was a demi-dragon through and through. And he was insanely handsome.
Stubbornly, my thoughts were returning to their proper state. As the full understanding dawned on me, the scope of destruction our sex caused has become obvious. The floor, walls, and ceiling were shattered. Patches, where nothing remained, shone with webs of protective runes.
Rebecca…
Both doors turned into piles of splinters. Beyond my ruined bedroom and kitchen, everything was in pieces.
I heard a flap of leather wings, but Rebecca didn’t appear. She must be scared.
“I told you to stop,” Saaron murmured. There was no surprise in his voice, and his cold appearance has returned, too. “Dragons’ power comes from emotions. Sexual intercourse is one of those moments when we lose ourselves and… you can see it for yourself.”
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