Dragon-King and Nightingale

The great crimson dragon Magnus Jörmungand descended into his mountain castle of Red Deep. He passed the levels of redcap servants and rooms of treasure to rest outside his bed chamber. He changed to his human form, red haired and muscular, sheathed in polished blood red armour. He took off his two horned helmet and rested it under his arm. A redcap danced on its feet awaiting his command.

"Bring the Nightingale to me," Magnus said.

The redcap bowed low and scampered off. He would fetch the Nightingale from her boudoir and bring her before their master.

Magnus entered his chambers to wait. The walls shined with gold and pearls. The dragon had an appetite for treasure. His throne, was inlaid with the rarest of gems. He had pilfered it from a king in the East. He made himself comfortable on it. A redcap butler poured wine into a goblet. Magnus drank thirstily. It had been a long journey from terrifying mortals in the West. A tiring and necessary excursion. He needed to show his force. Otherwise people might think him weak, try to rise up.

They would fail of course but Magnus had better things to do than defend his castle. Listening to the Nightingale was one of them. The girl was his favourite possession though she was flesh and blood, not gold or silver. Her voice, oh voice, was supernatural, delicate but strong, despairing and seductive. It gave him chills. It pleased him more than the sound of coins being counted.

Like all his treasure he had stolen her. Plucked her from the stage in the middle of her aria. She had sung only for him from that day. He had slowed her aging with magic. She still looked the same as she had the day he had taken her. Her body shone with the trinkets he had lavished upon her. Emeralds and rubies. Her face was plain by comparison. But of course that didn't matter. It was her voice he cherished.

The redcap escorted in. He dismissed him and his wine pourer. The imposing doors to his chambers rumbled shut and it was only he and the Nightingale. Before his throne she bowed respectfully,

"Master," she said politely, "I hope thee has fared well."

She had been sobbing and disobedient at first. But that had gradually changed. Once she had learnt there was no escaping his fortress. She had become the model of obedience.

"Well enough," Magnus answered her, "But it is good to be home."

"Your return is welcome Master," she bowed again with a slight smile.

He didn't doubt her sincerity. He given her luxurious quarters, a small fortune in jewels. There was no reason for her to still harbour resentment.

"Come give me a kiss," he demanded.

She moved forward without hesitation and planted a kiss on his cheek. He pulled her into his lap.

"You will sing for me tonight," he told her.

"Yes Master," she answered dutifully, "What shall I sing for you?"

She snuggled against his shoulder as he pondered. The Nightingale was a talented composer. She had a treasure chest of songs for his selection. But there was one he particularly favoured.

"Wicked star," he said, then gave her bottom a light swot, "Up on your feet."

She obeyed with a sigh. She took her place in the middle of the room. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath and began,

"Diamond bright,

Wicked star

See you fall

Fall to me..."

Her voice resounded off the walls, chimed against the gold. Magnus closed his eyes, listening, then rose from his throne. Nightingale faltered at his movement.

"Don't stop," he ordered.

Nightingale chewed her lip then obeyed.

"Burn me with,

Your desire,

Falling deeper

Into..."

She trailed off once more as the Dragon-King came to kneel before her. He cleared his throat in warning. Nightingale quickly sang the remaining note,

"Fireeee."

She trembled as Magnus took hold of her thighs, easing them apart. But this time she continued singing,

"Flames they burn...

Try to spurn...."

Magnus raised her dress to expose her naked sex. He breathed in the scent of her arousal. Above him Nightingale sang,

"Break away

From your mark... oh!"

She cried as his forked tongue brushed against her opening. She looked down at him pleadingly. This wasn't the first time he had played this game. It was a terrible distraction for her to work against. He gave her a stern unsympathetic look. Pained she resumed her song, notes taking on a more quivering pitch as he began to lick her,

"D-dark descend

Passion ascend,

Deeper deeper,

Into thy piiitttttt..."

She bucked as he hit her clitoris. Yearning was clear in each note as she continued to sing.

"Emeralds, rubies

Cast thy spell

Surrender now

The sound of bellllls..."

She grasped his hair impulsively then quickly let go. He hadn't given her permission. Fear entered her voice, mingling with pleasure,

"Gods I pray

Take me away

From this blight

Upon the night,"

Her toes and fists curled uselessly as he pleasured her. He chuckled against her sex.

"Shrieking

Laughing

Devour me,

My soul submits..."

He reached up with one hand to cup her breast. He squeezed it until she gave a satisfying cry of pain. All the while his tongue penetrated and swirled.

"Love you

Hate you

Leave me

Please meeeeee,"

Her voice was a wail. He could feel she was getting close. Appropriate for she had reached the final verse. He worked to push her over the edge,

"I despair

For I declare

I am yours

For all enternityyyyyyy!"

She held the last note and he felt her orgasm. He kept his mouth on her sex as she rocked in its thrall. Finally she stilled and he withdrew his mouth. He looked up to see her looking down. There was a wonderful dishevelled look of awe on her face.

"Now it's my turn to sing," he said with a lewd smile.

He scooped her up and carried her to his bed.

FIN