The Dragon King's Obsession

FOUR

I was at a loss as to what to do with myself. I tried the door over and over but I was locked in. I walked over to the mirror and watched myself in disgust. I looked – I looked awful. Not like myself. Not like a hunter.

My body grew weary, letting me know night had fallen. The beast’s chambers were still cordoned off, cold as ever. The display of sparkling artefacts made it impossible to tell if the brightness was the sun or more gold. My eyes betrayed my tiredness. I would have liked to stay awake forever without letting my guard down in this strange space but I could not.

I fought off droopy eyes, keeping them on the extravagant wood of the wardrobe before me. My body turned to lead. I sank into the bed, appreciating its softness. I loved the way the sheets felt against my body.

A few seconds went by before I snapped back into a sitting position. I looked around, wondering what had caused me to be startled awake from my short sleep. Then I felt it again. A soft breeze blew the curtains to my left causing me to shiver.

I rushed to the dancing curtains expecting to see a window but there seemed to be a balcony! I parted the thick draped to step out but then I lost my balance. The wind swallowed up my screams and I went into the night.

I screamed until I had no voice. I prayed to not die but it was unlikely. If I survived, I would never be able to look down from top grounds!

Then the most marvellous and the most terrifying sound reached my ears. A powerful beat of wings. Then another. Then silence and suddenly, I was not falling anymore. Thirty feet before my frozen body plummeted to a horrible death, I smacked on something big and black and scaly.

 I gripped the scales with terror on my tongue, paying no mind to how their sharp ends cut into my hands. I gripped the beast even tighter with my frozen hands. I felt the heat from its body despite the wind that made my lips blue. I felt the terrible beast inhale and exhale, the strain of its muscles as it soared higher while the wind blew my hair out of its updo.

 I made the mistake of looking down and my stomach roared. Oh goodness, everything was so far away, I could barely see! The grounds were feet upon feet away from where I looked.

In a minute, the ride was over. I slid headfirst off the dragon’s neck and back into my prison. The golden yellow eyes of the beast that was an exact replica of the man commanded me to stay.

A second later he walked in with black slacks and no shirt. I was still frozen on the ground where his dragon had dropped me.

“You are to stay. Do you understand?” He drawled out slowly. He was the animal, not I! I was capable of understanding sentences! 

“I – I – I don’t w – w – want to!” My teeth chattered as I protested.

He pushed the brown wood of his wardrobe aside and pulled out a large coat. He dropped it over my shoulder and the weight of the thing did not let me rise.

“What you want does not matter. I am the king and you are my possession.” His voice was rough and his eyes hard.

“I know your kind is crazy and you must be even crazier as their king but what in god’s name makes you believe you own me!?” I could feel sleep seeping out of my bones, tiredness and cold fled. My temper ignited.

He looked at me in wonder.

“Twice have I saved your life. A life for a life or do your people know nothing about that?” His tender look vanished, replaced by a savage scowl.

“I never asked to be saved!” I cried out. “I demand you let me go, right this minute!”

“You can make no demands of me, my Kayda. I have earned you.”

“Don’t call me that,” I said, voice dangerously low.

He smiled at me. No, he bared his teeth at me. “I shall call you whatever and do whatever with you. I am The King of Dragons.”

“I will kill you,” I vowed. “Slowly. I will make it hurt, drag it out. You shall die by my hands.” It was a promise from the depth of my soul.

“I shall be intrigued to watch you try,” He rasped out.

We glared at each other for a minute. Me with his large fur coat covering me and him with his chest bare and his tattoo rippling.

“Your face is prettier than I first thought it would be.” He murmured. “So bright,” He took a step towards me. “A strange thing, “ His brows furrowed.

My heart pounded as he approached, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. I held my ground, refusing to be intimidated by his mass.

His strong hands gripped my chin and forced my face up to him. My neck strained as he gripped my face. I was sure to project all my loathing into the look I gave him. I had to let him see the manner of filth he was in my eyes.

His kind were an abomination. Beings from the pit of hell that should never have made it out. That was why we hunted. To send creatures like himself back where they came from, where they belonged.

Rough thumbs ran across my lips, caressed my cheeks and then they were replaced by lips. The sensation unnerved me. I stood still in fright and confusion. I could not fathom what was happening or why.

I had never been kissed like this before. I had not been devoured in such a manner since I had been born. Large hands gripped my face as his tongue poked against my lips. Teeth worried my lips until they parted for me to take in some air. Then the tongue swept in.

I was mortified at the wanton reaction of my body to a kiss from this beast. I wrenched myself away from his strong hands with a strangled cry.

“What do you suppose you are doing!” I screamed.

I was in a rage with myself and my wanton response. For a brief moment, my control on my body had been rendered useless. It almost felt good but never!

I wiped my lips with the sleeve of the dress he had given me, scrubbing away furiously.

“I am having a taste of what’s mine,” He growled in answer.

“Stop it!” I cried out. “Stop saying that! You do not –“ His hand wrapped around my throat.

“I do not want to hear whatever you have to say,” He mumbled, pressing his lips against my ear.

Again, my body jerked to react. An unwelcomed flush stole across my cheeks and embarrassing heat spread through my core.

“What do you want from me?” I loathed the lightness of voice. I struggled to keep my head levelled and my words strong, but I failed.

“You.” He breathed. “ You are too beautiful to not be claimed,” He whispered into my ear. His hand held my neck still, holding me against the wall of his chambers. “I want you, my little dragon. Spirit and body.”

Then he moved. He covered the small space between us. His hard chest pressed against my breasts. The fur coat fell off my shoulders as his hungry lips devoured mine, hot and punishing. I fought my body to not melt against his but I failed. The heat from his body burned through my resistance.

A wanton sound escaped my lips to my utmost embarrassment. He pulled me impossibly harder against him. I felt all the contours of his body as he crushed me to him, dominating me without trouble.

When he finally pulled away for a second a bit of my sense returned to me. I burned with shame. Dishonour on you, Mystique. Dishonour to your family.

“Stay.” He growled as I fought to be free of his grip.

“Let me go, you beast,” I beat his chest until he gripped my hands and fastened them above my head.

Asking did not matter. He was in total control of my body and he manipulated it as I had never experienced before. For the countless time that day, I found myself at another’s mercy. A new world.

He caressed my skin and I could do nothing but clench my eyes and wish the sensation would go away. Why was I feeling this way in the hands of such a man?

His lips found a soft spot on my neck and my eyes flew open. I choked back a groan and felt his member harden further as I jerked up at the sensation.

I embarrassed myself and my family name as I started to cry out from the scrapping of his teeth. Shame heated my skin at my lack of control. He did not stop nibbling on my skin like a foreign delicacy. Once, I felt my sensitive skin break open and sting but he lapped at it till the pain faded to a distant memory.

My eyelids became too heavy to stay open, they fluttered shut as I panted. Again, I wondered what had come over me, why I was reacting so strongly to someone like this. I even titled my head as he descended to my throat!

His hands moved to my thighs, gripping them. My breath hitched further when I felt his hands caress my inner thigh, gathering up my dress. He raised the dress and bunched it around my waist

“N –no.” I wrenched out. My sense of self started to return.

“What makes you think you can deny me?” His voice was heavy and thick. He buried his face in my neck and nuzzled my skin, ignoring me.

Without the use of my hands, I had no means to fight him off. His free hand continued to run across my skin. When he pushed my undergarment to the side, the cool air made me jerk upright.

His body strung tight and lust shone in his eyes as he stepped away from me. His voice was a husky murmur as he spoke and his eyes did not make it past half-mast. His erection strained against his trousers. I shook my head to regain my composure.

I made bad decisions ever so often. My grandfather said it was something everyone had to experience but never before had I made one so disastrous. His heavy-lidded eyes raked over me, slowly, from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. He swept me up with his eyes. I felt it in the depth of my soul as his eyes stripped me of the remainder of my dress.

The lust in his eyes cleared as anger took over. He passed me a wilting glare before he stalked over to the opposite side of the room, climbing into bed. One hand draped across his eyes with anger making his body stiff.

I pulled down my dress and slid unto the floor where I sat and cursed myself. I had had every chance to back off my stupid hunt but I had proceeded. Fuelled by a Hunter’s pride and the exhilarating tales of my grandfather, I had gone out on and risked my life. Joshua was killed and I could not say how far the others had made it

It was much worse than I expected. I would rather end my life than be subject to the touch of such a man. To have a beast roam his hands freely around me. I would have scorned at the Tarot Reader if she had seen this in my fate. Scorned and ordered some soldiers to give her a good whipping. Never in a million nights had I dreamed to be caught in such a precarious position.

I fell asleep bemoaning my pride and nursing a hungry belly. The next morning I woke in a cold bed and silky sheets with someone glaring down at me.