The Dragon's mate

Everything in his body was hurting and close to just shutting down on him. Every bone, muscles, blood vessels, even the teeny tiny nerves in his teeth arched and begged him to stop. But Cole’s momma didn’t raise no idiot, and he wasn’t stopping till one of three things happen.

Thing one was when his legs just stopped dead even then he would be dragging his body by his fingernails. Of course that made option two more likely to happen.

Thing two was when his chasers, the half-troll, half-something that didn’t have a name on this third rock from the sun, just jumped him and dragged him back for the usual beating and series of rapes by everyone from the ancient clan leader to the little scrawny male that was using Cole as scratching post for the past couple of months. His back was barely recognizable underneath all the scars and burns from six years of enslavement. Or course, except for the slave brand on his face and a few facial piecings, his beautiful but altered face was left unmarred.

Too bad for the rest of his altered body. He was still surprised that all this time, he hasn’t been castrated as in yet like some of the other male slaves out of fear of impregnating a female. But he was strictly a male-only slave and had went under enough change by these Ras-nahs that all only his sexual reproduction organs and a male chest were keeping him from being a complete female.

Now thing three is just a passing glimmer of hope. Someone would come out the darkness and killed all the Ras-nahs that were currently snarling and chasing after him. The streets were pretty much empty and who wants to mess with creatures that make orcs seem like little cute fluffy kittens?

Even when the dark haired runaway sex-slave had been chased into a dead end alley, he broke the tips of his nails as trying to climbed up the brick wall while his chasers finally caught up with him, watching him like true predators. Cole was not about to let them take him back their sewer homes without a fight. He pulled out the curved knife that was already strained with his masters’ blood when he made his escaped.

For the past three years, he had been secretly learning how to fight from observing his masters in action and practicing when all of them are on a hunt or sleeping in a drunken stupor. Cole made his escape a few weeks after he saw that he could break a board of wood with just a fist and foot like the Ras-nahs could and without breaking the said appendage. To him, it was a sign that he could fight the monsters on their levels. Somewhat.

He took down three of the dark, horned beasts with little ease before one had swung the broadside of his wooden club right against the lower end of his back, making him go down on his knees with a cry.

A rough clawed hand grabbed an handful of greasy knotted hair and pulled his head back so sharply that he was surprised that his head didn’t popped off. A matching foot kicked into his ribs, breaking a few ribs. He didn’t put on a brave show, he cried and howled in pain. Why bother trying to show that it didn’t hurt one two more kicks were given? They would just make it hurt more just for spite.

There was a roar that caused his beaters to stop and look around above them, confused and maybe scared. Cole curled up into a fetal position, hugging his broken and bruised body when his head was able to move around again. He waited for either unconsciousness or for one of the monsters to pick him up and swing him onto its back or to be dragged back to the sewers by the root of his hair.

It had happen before with attempt number two a few years ago. Yeah, so not liking to go through that again. His scalp has been sore and throbbing for weeks after.

Through blurry eyes, Cole saw a dark shadowy creature with wings dropping from a rooftop and took out all his masters with simple ease. It felt a little good to hear them screaming for once.

A gentle hand, haven’t experience such a touch in years that Cole actually winced in the unfamiliarity of it, tilted his chin up and another brushed away the blood that trickled out of his chapped lips. Bloodshot deep dark purple eyes looked up into the glow of red, wondering if this means that he was going to be this newcomer’s slave now? Or just a meal?

He blacked out before he was given an answer.

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Both eyes opened only partway as dull pain in the joints and ribs, hell just about everywhere in the human’s body caused him to let out a sleepy groan. The first thing that the altered human noticed was that it was way too bright for him to be still be underground in the sewers and it smelled way to clean and pretty.

So he was out but exactly where was ‘out’?

Cole let out a soft moan as he sat up. His body was bandaged and clean to the point that he saw just skin instead of grime and dirt. His hair was cleaned and groomed to a plum like shine and was loosely braided with a simple leather tie. The bed that he had awoken in was of soft yellow and white sheets that crooned him back to lay down and sleep. It actually pained his heart to move out of the bed.

His legs wobbled with cramping pain, he grabbed the sheets and hugged the bed with a hiss passing through his chapped lips. He stiffed when a body was pressed against him but it didn’t do anything but forced him back into the bed.

“Little sir will do better to wait before trying to walk.” Gentle hands brushed and smoothes his face and throat, relaxing the still wary human back to sleep. “He’s still not ready to re-join the world.” The gentle feminine but deep voice lulled him back to sleep.

His eyes were closed before he could see who was it that was making sleep again. He knew that it wasn’t safe to just fall asleep while in the presences of others. You can’t fight them off when you are asleep.

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A wet cloth blotting at his mouth caused him to wake for a second time. His dark eyes blinked a few times, making the gentle face of a much older man with a slender elfin face with cheetah spots around the honey-color eyes and leading up into the bound up blond hair coming into focus more with each blink.

“Awake? Good.” He smiled and pressed a smooth cup against the full pale lips and lifting and tilting his hand back with smoothing fingers, letting him drink the honey-rich tasting liquid. He didn’t remove it till all of it was going down his perched throat.

Cole took in a breath and let it out in a sigh as the wet cloth blotted his entire face and neck. His eyes fluttered close due the smoothing touches. The dull pain from before was almost gone and he didn’t mess it one bit.

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After the kind spotted man, Alma, was finished with the gentle cleaning, Cole was finally allowed to leave the soft bed, all through his body regretted it. With the helping hand of the kind demon, he walked to a washing room with a very clean and glistering white toilet and relived his bladder. Years of having the shame and dignity beaten out him caused the human not to bother with the thought of having someone watching him as he urinate.

After the much needed bladder release, Cole was then led to a dressing area where two women with matching sparkling faces and mint green air dressed him in a black cheongsam with a golden dragon swirling from the hem to the tall collar with tiny pink and purple shimmering lily and lotus flowers and the sides split from wrist to ankle and long bellowing sleeves. They pulled up silk but on his thin frame slightly baggy white pants over his more feminine legs. He asked if the matching black slippers to be taken off since they felt so weird and strange after years of being barefooted down in the sewer homes of the Ras-nahs.

The two women moved on to brush and tightly braid the black with the plum shine hair, threading a golden, pink and purple ribbons through the now soft hair. They lined his dark eyes with kohl, making the one that covered in red ink from the slighted upside down cross slave brand that the monsters placed on his face, shamefully and forever marking him as a slave, stand out against the red even more. They brushed light pink gloss on his full pale lips and tinted his cheeks with pale brush.

The twin women then placed golden spheres along the curved of one ear and at the tip and middle of the other one where in life before enslavement Cole had put in holes for studs and rings. The Ras-nahs were the ones that pierced the right side of his lower lip twice and through the cartilage between of his nostril holes as signs of enslavement where the twin women replaced bone with golden thin rings. Two spheres on golden chins dangled from the lower lobes of his ears.

Clearly his new master preferred that his new pet to keep these signs of ownership before adding his own. Cole wasn’t stupid and knew enough that such care and grooming meant only that the new master liked his own slaves much better kept and dolled up like a china doll.

He just preyed that this new master would be a tad more gentle then his old ones. He knew that his body couldn’t handle a continuation at that kind of treatment for too long.

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Alma led Cole down marble floored halls and into a golden elevator and again down marble floored halls till they were face to faced with stone doors with a golden dragon ready to attack those that it deemed unworthy to go beyond its door in the center of both doors.

Alma smiled as he pushed open one door with strange ease and stepped against it, allowing the altered man to walk pass him with a lowered head.

“Lift your head up. You are now part of my clan and my clansmen don’t lower their heads to anyone, even the head of the clan.” A rich deep voice ordered and of course, Cole obeyed.

He may fight Ras-nahs off of him but he knew better to obey the other commands.

The man that stood before him was the classic dark, tall, and handsome. But with golden scales on his cheekbones and lining his red-tinted eyes. He wore a white suit with a black silk shirt and white tie. The shimmering black hair was loosely braided and lay over a broad and strong shoulder. Two ruby teardrops sparkled from the lobes of the elfin ears.

“How long have you been a slave for the Ras-nahs?” The red stare from the serpentine eyes caused the human to lower his eye-lids in fear.

“S-six years.” He tried to focus on a Chinese vase next to the man.

“Eyes on me.” The plum-colored eyes quickly snapped to his new master. “Now, six years is a long time and an amazing feat for a slave of those primitive beasts.” THe rich voice was laced with awe.

“I learned how to hide and obey, ummm….Milord?” In all this time with the man’s own servants, one would think someone would mention a name to call this man.

“You will call me Lord Yuan or Husband since we are to be mated at the end of the month.” He said this as if he was talking the weather and checking the cleanness of his long white nails .

Cole just naturally said what came to mind after hearing those words. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE ARE TO BE MATED!?”