The Dragon

Hello again all! First off, let me grievously apologize for how long it took me to update. I've fallen ill, and, to be short, a number of things have been going awry lately, so I've been a bit busy. But, after much ado, the next installment of semi-beastial, psuedo-consensual sexiness has arrived! Before we begin, just a word to a couple of my reviewers:


BrackCatMojo: Thanks a lot for the "no pressure" when it comes to the sexual interludes. I kinda felt bad for posting this in the erotica section and taking my sweet time to get to the erotica, but its people like you that make me feel loads better!


Sheherazade: I'm thrilled to have your support and we'll see if Silas' baby plays a large part in Darque's desire to continue to stay with him! The plot thickens! :)


Cade: Actually, I got the name "Silas" from my boyfriend! I literally asked him "Hey honey, what's a good name for a sexy dragon-man?" and he told me, immediately, "Silas." It seemed to stick.


LaBib: Thanks for all your corrections! You're like my editor in shining armor! Also, I think Danthor's bark might be a bit stronger than his bite, but we'll see. He does seem to be a bit of a brute, doesn't he? And how could I possibly kill off our sexy man dragon? I'd get so many flames I'd catch fire!


To the rest of my wonderful reviewers, thank you mucho mucho and just because I didn't post a reply this time doesn't mean there won't be others. Keep on clicking that button and leaving me your precious words of encouragement! But now, without further ado, what you'veall been waiting for...


Part Four


Silas went in and out for a few days. At times he woke and seemed completely lucid, at others, his eyes opened red and glazed for hours. Far from doing her chores, Danthor insisted that her only task be to take care of his companion. Though his emotional expression was more wolf than human, Darque inferred that he was extremely worried; she was still trying to discover the connection between the dragon and the canine. As of yet, she could find none.


She kept her captor almost constantly asleep so his body would have time to heal, and re-dressed his arm with fresh bandages every night. She had been right-infection had set in, and his fever soared as he fought it off. Danthor now escorted her into the forest every day to gather her herbs, helping her silently; but more, Darque gathered, to keep an eye on her and make sure she got no ideas.


She would not lie and say there had been none.


She had thought several times to bolt and leave Silas to his own after her original decision, but knowing how fast Danthor ran, she doubted she would get far. So, she remained, and she nursed her captor back to health-knowing full well that once he was up and about again, her torturous life would re-commence for gods knew how long.


On the sixth day, he sat up on his own and demanded the raw meats that Danthor brought in from who knew where. On the seventh day, she took off his bandages to see that his skin had completely reknitted, scale and skin heavily scarred, but whole once more. On the eighth day, the sedative wore off, and it was on the eighth day that her life in the cave changed.


“You’re almost completely healed.” She breathed incredulously, removing the bandages for the last time-there was barely a scar. Silas made a noncommittal sound and flexed his clawed fingers, the scales glinting, before stretching out his wing, which was shiny with scar tissue. “Amazing.”


“It took longer than I would have wished.” He replied cooly, before rising from the floor in front of her. Darque merely knelt with her hands in before of her, closing her eyes and waiting for his inevitable command. The chamber was a mess-no doubt she would be expected to clean it up and resume her old duties. “Go, Darque, and draw some water.”


The young woman sighed heavily and nodded, standing. Then, all at once, she paused. Had he just called her by her name? Not "human" or "woman" but by her given name? Not only that, but the tub he dragged out with his arm-the healing one-was not the large one he usually used-but one sizably smaller. She couldn’t help but give into curiosity. “What happened to your tub, master?” The young woman glanced around to see if perhaps it lay broken among the things that Silas had thrown about in his fever.


“Tis not for me.” The dragon straightened, lips curving slightly. “You stink, human.”


She flushed darkly, but wasn’t about to get herself in trouble when offered the chance to bathe for the first time in weeks. Before he could change his mind, she raced off down the tunnel toward the spring.

If Darque had expected Silas to give her privacy while she bathed, she’d been sorely mistaken. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been made to parade around naked for two weeks, but she’d hoped that perhaps…well, her hopes were dashed when the dragon simply sat down upon a chest comfortably, watching her as she sank up to her neck in the warm, heavenly water.


She stared back at him uncomfortably.


The gorgeous creature chuckled softly, muscles rippling in a way that made her swallow thickly as his wings rustled slightly. She’d been able to observe Silas more fully when he’d been asleep-examined every facet of his reptilian-human form until it was familiar to her- and that form was exquisite. When he slumbered, he actually looked almost innocent, and even more beautiful. Though, she had to admit, awake and predatory, he was alluring in an entirely different manner.


“Aren’t you going to clean? Or are humans that primitive?”


She flushed a deep red. “You haven’t washed for 8 days.”


The words were out before she could stop them and she tensed in anticipation of her punishment, but none came. He merely smirked. “I haven’t been outside in eight days either. And you have the filth of a fortnight upon you, human. Your stench is nigh unbearable.”


“I liked you better unconscious.” She grumbled lowly, reluctantly beginning to scrub away the dirt with a rough cloth.


I heard that.


She ignored the comment, ducking her head beneath the water to scrub her hair clean. She held her breath for about a minute before resurfacing, and gasping to see Silas’ breathtaking face inches from her own. “Dear Gods! Silas!” Instantly, she winced. She was supposed to call him “master” and not by his given name. She’d been reprimanded with a harsh slap for such conduct before.


However, he seemed not to notice. His eyes were intense upon hers, making her feel extremely wary. “Why did you stay?” He inquired suddenly, levelly.


Darque just stared at him, wondering blithely if this was some sort of test.“...Danthor.”


He snorted. “He told me you didn’t even attempt to escape. Why?”


At that, the young woman was stumped. To tell him the real reason would be to reveal that she’d involved herself in his personal affairs-which she didn’t particularly want to divulge at this point. She was still working on hating him. “I…” She paused, mind and mouth working. “I don’t know.”


His crimson eyes narrowed. “You lie.”

She quickly scrambled to the opposite side of the tub, fearing his wrath. “I d-don’t!” She managed before he grabbed her arm-much in the fashion she had when she’d first seen him in this form, dragging her back to him.


“You will tell me.”


“Please-” She was cut off as she was lifted, dripping, from the tub and thrown over the dragon’s strong shoulder. However, instead of being tossed on the cold floor, she landed in the soft tapestries that adorned the creature’s huge nest. She shivered as the water dried quickly, evaporating from her skin. Silas was not far behind, looming over her and taking a fistful of her hair to draw her head back slowly. Her body heated automatically at his nearness and she squirmed lightly beneath him as his breath fell hotly against her neck. “Don’t-”


“Quiet, Darque. I am rewarding you. You did not flee when you could have, and you helped a creature that has been naught but horrible to you.” His fangs scraped slightly against her shoulder and she gasped. “You have garnered my respect-a bit of it at least. Your bravery…not feigned as I assumed.” His smooth, warm hand trailed down her belly to rest atop a thigh. “I have decided...” He mused delicately. “Not to eat you.” He paused, looking down at her expectantly.


She blinked, before realizing with embarrassment what he wanted.


“…My thanks?”


He made a sound of approval, crimson eyes meeting hers. “Acknowledged. And now, I will know your motives…” His mouth pressed against her neck, breath hot, lips moist. “Whilst I have my way with you.”


“But-but-” Darque attempted frantically to hold onto the last threads of her self control. She couldn’t lose herself with this creature-this manipulative, fiendish, arrogant pig! “Can’t you simply torture me?”


“Mmm…” He seemed to consider it, his lengthy tongue sliding lazily along her shoulder. “For that callous comment, I could…but you don’t like pain, my little human.” She couldn’t help it-she arched into his touch as his hand slid down her leg slowly. “What you do like…what has been plaguing your mind since I was first inclined to do it, is our coupling…particularly the roughness with which it occurred.” Her eyes widened.
How could he keep reading her thoughts so?


It was embarrassing!


“I think its quite amusing…I haven’t had a female in so very long…”


“What about…what about the other girls from the village…”


“Shhh. Why didn’t you leave me, Darque?” He bit down on her shoulder lightly, not so far from her healing scar and she shivered as he settled between her legs, stroking the surprisingly tender skin of her calf with his fingertips. He could be quite gentle when he had a mind to, apparently.


“I…I don’t…”


“Don’t lie to me…” He hissed against her neck, his claws digging into her skin slightly so she inhaled sharply. He kissed her clavicle almost tenderly, pressing his hips against hers so she felt that he truly did desire her-and the proof made her moan softly. His fingers slid over the curve of her thigh teasingly before dipping into the crux of her legs. She held her breath at the prospect of his claws in such a sacred place, but whimpered when he slid two slender fingers within her slick passage, arching against him eagerly. She felt no pain.


“Silas…” She hadn’t touched herself since that last time, but this...this was exponentially better. He began sliding his fingers to and fro within her so she jerked with each movement; when he curled said fingers upward to rub against a spot just behind her place of entry, she squealed most unbecomingly, her legs flying open. He chuckled, keeping her from escaping with one arm around her, his opposing fingers within her.


“Tell me.” He added a third finger and she squirmed against him. In response, he stretched a wing up and over them, the length of it cradling her form to him to trap her even further. Darque inhaled sharply at the feel of it. Twas not as rough and scaly as it looked-where it wasn’t scarred, the flesh was smooth, almost velvety, and wonderfully warm. When he shoved his three fingers into her to the hilt, however, she cried out, clinging to him and shutting her legs about his hand. “Tell me.” He repeated firmly.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Perhaps if she simply told, he would end this torture!


“Your child!” She exclaimed as he bit and sucked at her neck roughly. “I…didn’t want to orphan your child.”


He paused in his actions momentarily, as if absorbing her answer. Darque stiffened in trepidation. Would he be angry or upset? Would he punish her for having involved herself in his personal affairs? “Hmmm…” With a neutral expression, he withdrew his fingers, glistening with her fluids, and resituated himself atop her supine form, resting his elbows on either side of her as he pierced her with his intense gaze. “What care you of dragons, human?”


His dark hair brushed over her nude form, making her shiver. “I…I did not lie when I called you beautiful…Master Silas.”


His eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you?”


Darque swallowed thickly, but did not show her fear. “No.”


He stared at her calculatingly for what seemed like an eternity before merely leaning forward to lay his head next to hers. “What sort of human are you?” He growled in perplexity, and then she gasped because, though she hadn’t seen him take his pants off, he had suddenly filled her with his entire length and girth. She grasped handfuls of the tapestries beneath her and her toes curled in sublime pleasure as he commenced a moderate, if forceful rhythm. Each thrust rocked her hips firmly backward into the nest and made her moan with its depth.


The dragon might have been insidious, but he had a truly magnificent tool, she assessed with what was left of her rational mind before she whimpered and wrapped her arms about his neck to draw him closer. Upon his back, her fingers found the place where his wings connected to his body-there he was rough, calloused scales melding into the smoothness of his upper back. She explored the area interestedly and he growled against her neck, making her cry out as his thrusts grew rougher and more rapid.


He liked it.


She caressed the joints with more fervor now, her cries coming faster and more loudly as his rumbles of pleasure vibrated against her shoulder and the animalistic fervor with which he coupled with her lost more and more of its rhythm, becoming total abandon. Very soon, she was screaming, her body on fire, and she knew something was building that would be better than anything she had experienced thus far.


And with no warning at all, it came. She came.


Her entire body shuddered as something released and she was wracked with a pleasure so intense she was sure she would die from it. She could only hold on and ride it out helplessly as Silas continued his rapid thrusting, coming within her moments later with a low groan before, as before, collapsing atop her.


He really was quite heavy.


Reflexively, she attempted a shove with her weary limbs that earned her a painfully sharp nip to her neck. “Keep to your own, human. I’m comfortable.”


Darque nearly choked. Arrogant creature! Her own indeed! If he didn’t remove himself from her own she would soon suffocate! She groaned, wiggling half-heartedly until finally the creature growled, rolling from her and onto his back beside her, folding his wings beneath him.


The young woman couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the limbs so awkwardly folded beneath him. “Doesn’t that…pain you?” She inquired hesitantly. After all, they had just had a bout of mind-numbing carnal pleasure. Perhaps he would be a bit more…pleasant this time ‘round?


The dragon snorted. “In the face of pain one’s body grows stronger.” His eyes slid closed in lazy repose. “Not that you would know of it.”


Darque flushed deeply.


Perhaps not.


A pout set on her disheveled features, she cursed the sordid creature and rose onto her haunches to ease the soreness in her hips before her eyes slid back to the being with whom she had coupled. This dragon was indeed a quandary. More like an overbearing human male than ought else. His eyes were, however, closed. Biting her lip, she made to creep away.


She hadn’t covered more than five feet of space when strong, smooth fingers wrapped around her ankle and dragged her back to the warmth of his body. “To where are you bound, girl? I’ve not finished with you.”


Surely he didn’t mean to couple again?


Darque rolled over to meet the piercing gaze of those primal crimson eyes, stray, tiny braids sliding over his shoulder as he shifted onto his side, an arm over her easily trapping her in her current position. He continued to stare at her for what seemed like an eternity, unnerving her, until he finally spoke. “What makes you believe, human, that my child will be any kinder than I?”


The dark-haired young woman swallowed thickly. More questions.


“A child…” She breathed slowly, “Is not evil at birth-simply a child. And children…need parents.”


The dragon’s nostrils flared at that, but he said nothing, only taking a handful of her hair to turn her face to and fro-much like he had that first day she’d arrived. “Are you certain you’re human?” He growled lowly, making her shiver as he pressed his nose to her neck and down the curve of her shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Your stench is human.”


“I just bathed!” She burst, irritated at his repeated comments on her smell. “If I stink, it is of you!”
Too late, she realized the bite in her words.


He had been almost gentle with her today…but…would it last? In the face of her impudence, she knew, punishment must be imminent.


However, to her great surprise, Silas only laughed, low and amused, his sharp teeth gleaming in the low light of the cavern. She couldn’t help but shiver. This sound, far from his mockery or cruelty before, was warm, sinuous velvet. The creature was truly the devil incarnate when it came to sexuality.


“Well met, human.” He murmured, after having his amusement. “Well met.” The moment was broken when his scaled hand came down on her behind with a sharp smack that made her yelp. His claws dug in, drawing pinpricks of blood and she stiffened. Violent creatures, dragons. Arguably so, it seemed. She gasped as Silas dragged her back to him, his claws digging catching slightly in her skin, and her eyes widened when she saw he was prepared again. She trembled as he nudged her legs apart with his own, the feel of his scales silken against her skin, and made to enter her anew, his mouth poised at the newly healed scar flesh at her throat.


“Silas!”


The dragon paused, his expression twisting into a look of mild irritation. Darque could only try to breath. His knee held her legs tenuously apart and he had stopped halfway within her, stimulating her torturously. With a low grunt, he flipped her onto her stomach and re-entered her roughly, making her choke back a cry at the sudden fullness.


“What is it, Danthor?” His reply carried up and over the edge of the nest, his tone calm, but the timbre remarkably strained as he moved his hips against hers in a rapid rhythm that pressed her deeper into the linens beneath her with every movement. How could he honestly hold conversation!?


“You’ve received a summons.” Danthor’s voice returned gruffly.


Silas only growled in reply, reaching forward and beneath her arms to hook his fingers over her shoulders and pull her back onto his ferocious member with more force. “From whom?”


Darque gasped, her spine curving as her thighs quivered; they hadn’t been at it long and already, she could feel her pinnacle coming again. He, she feared, was nowhere close.


“The king.”


“…Damnation.” With little ceremony, the creature tossed her aside, sliding from her so quickly that she protested loudly out at his loss. He quickly stood, running a hand through his hair with an irate sigh, his erection till bobbing full before him. The young woman at his feet sought vainly to catch her breath.
Why on earth had he stopped?


“When?” The creature’s tone was sharp enough to make her flinch when he spoke again. Through her daze, Darque tried to process the events that had just occurred. Silas had ceased his rutting with her for Danthor’s interruption…and Danthor had interrupted because…


The King?


The king had summoned a dragon!?


“Immediately.” The wolf’s reply came. “The message demanded that you report with all haste.”


In the midst of Darque’s confusion, Silas let out an irritated growl and sprang into the air, spreading his luminescent wings. There was a flash of light that blinded her, and when she could see once more, the tip of the dragon’s tail was disappearing from the cavern with an agitated flick.


And just like that, he was gone.


Summoned by…the king?


It made no sense. Kings feared dragon-kind, did they not? The old stories told of the reptilian creatures’ horrific attacks on new settlements, their systematic assassinations of the royal family members. For as long as she had been alive, Darque had been told of the warlike relations of the royal family and dragons.
So why would Silas heed the summons of a king?


“I know you’re there, human.”


The young woman shuddered as Danthor’s voice carried over to her. “You and I alone, woman, for who knows how long…”


Dear Gods…


It appeared that she had bigger problems already...and she doubted that Silas' unborn young one could protect her with the authority of its father.


And, that's installment four in my little ditty! Review, review, you know you want to. I live from your words, my pretties. In any event, I hope you enjoyed this chapter; part five's in progress as we speak. Why indeed would Silas heed the summons of a king that he's supposed to hate? What will happen to Darque in her master's absence? Is Silas' bundle of joy a boy or a girl? All these things and more revealed...next time! :)