“Hello again,” he said in his booming voice, leaning down and then crawling up the bed towards me. I’d bunched myself up against the pillows, as far from the end of the bed as possible, but as with the dead end I’d run into earlier, there wasn’t anywhere for me to hide from this monster of a man. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, resting his face against my calf.
I clenched my jaw at that, thinking that being honest wouldn’t be received well. But to admit the truth would be admitting my weakness, which most certainly would’ve been used against me. The dragons already knew I was weak, but I did have some power, thanks to my good old Devil’s Pitchfork. “I’m just confused,” I said to him. “I’m supposed to help you save the world? How?”
He chuckled darkly and I could feel the bed rumbling beneath him. “It sounds like you’ve been working on your homework,” he said. “All will be revealed. But first it is you who has to do some revealing.”
With that, he reached up and grasped my robe’s sash, untying it with ease and letting my robe fall open. He placed his two large, pale hands with long, thin fingers onto my breasts and gently massaged them as he kissed my calf, moving slowly upwards on the bed and kissing along my legs every step of the way. Gripped by fear, I didn’t respond to his touches or kisses. I just laid there, heart pounding, watching his every move as if something he did would give me an out from this situation. My skin was the color of lightly creamed latte and it made his hands stand out like a vampire in the dark. His grip on my breasts became harder as he moved his head and forced my folded legs apart. Then he came up for air and grabbed me by the waist, forcing me to lie down instead of being curled up in a ball there on the stack of pillows.
Now he was looming over me. I looked into his green eyes and his pupils were slits. There was nothing human about his eyes. Had there ever been? “You will have sex with me now,” he informed me, as if saying this would somehow make me more comfortable with it. “You must.”
Garen put his mouth on mine and kissed me hard and hotly, his tongue dancing against mine. As he kissed me, he shrugged off his black suit jacket and let it drop to the floor. He broke away from me and grinned. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I think you'll enjoy this new life.”
“But I don’t want a new life,” I said. “I never asked for any of this!”
“Neither did I,” he replied. “But we have to make the most of this life that has been chosen for us.” Garen pulled off his necktie and dropped that to the floor as well. He wasted no time taking off his shirt and then his pants, and before I knew it, he was there, naked and back on the bed with me. He hadn’t been wearing underwear under his suit.
I gaped at his erect cock. It was easily ten inches long, and thick, with a dense black tuft of hair trying its best to cover it, but not succeeding. There was no way that my little body was going to be able to handle such a cock, but I knew that he wasn’t going to let that stop him.
He placed his fingertips along my jaw and then – gentler than I anticipated – lifted my chin so I would look at his face again. There was a strange softness in his expression now, as if my fear of him had finally been realized. “Hey,” he said softly. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to enjoy this experience.”
I was trembling underneath him and I knew that he could feel it. He lowered his head down again and nuzzled my legs apart as he’d done before. I thought he might keep on kissing me, but instead he brought his mouth to my opening and began to lick my clitoris and my lower lips. I gasped and lay my head back against the pillows. This was unexpected; I never thought the leader of a dragon shifter gang would give me cunnilingus. I closed my eyes, appreciating his lizard-like tongue for what it could do right now.
“That… That feels good,” I said softly. I was still scared of course, and I knew this was only the beginning, but I couldn’t say that it didn’t feel pleasurable.
He kissed my labia and sucked at my clit a bit, causing me to involuntarily raise my back up off the mattress a little as I moaned quietly. Garen swirled his long tongue around my opening, getting me nice and wet and actually wanting him. He then stopped and looked up at my face to see if his magic was working. Oh, he had me all right. Hook, line, and sinker. My back was sweating a little against the thick robe behind me, so I sat up and grabbed it, throwing off the bed and watching as it slowly cascaded to the floor to join his clothing.
“Do you still hate me now?” he whispered, keeping his head close to my pussy so I could feet his hot breath against it.
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. “I never hated you,” I told him honestly, sinking back down and widening the space between my legs. If you want to continue, by all means please do.
Garen took my cue and moved himself up so he could kiss my face again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then he kissed me hard, while bringing his giant cock down into my pussy. I gasped against his mouth, feeling the girth of him stretching me open. I hoped he wouldn’t tear me apart, but a small part of me thought that it wouldn’t really be so bad. I brought my hands up to his chest and gently stroked the thick, curly black chest hair there. He really was a good-looking man, and he was acting gentler than I ever could’ve imagined. I wonder how long it will last?
He started thrusting slowly in and out of me as he continued to kiss my lips and nip at my cheeks and chin. “You’re mine now,” he whispered hotly. “And you will love me by the time I’m through with you tonight.”
His thrusts grew faster and more intense. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. “Ohhhh!” I moaned. “Oh my GOD, right there. Right like that!”
It had been a long time since I’d last had sex, and sex with a high school boy is nothing like sex with a man. The fact that Garen was a dragon man turned out to be icing on the cake.
He thrust his cock faster and deeper inside of me, truly testing what my pussy could withstand. Licking his fingertips, he brought a hand down to my clitoris again and began stroking and tapping it as well, keeping in rhythm with the movements of his hips. I held my legs up now, letting them rest on his shoulders, completely giving into him. “Aw yeah, girl,” he snarled. “You’re not afraid of me now, are you?”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I purred back at him, licking my lips and waggling my eyebrows at him as we locked eyes in a sexy stare-down. I was overcome with desire and I let it take control. I grabbed Garen by the chest and pushed him back off of me. He toppled back without a challenge, grinning seductively as if he knew precisely where this was going.
I straddled him now, lowering myself onto his long shaft, building up a rhythm of bouncing up and down there. I was in control now and I liked it this way. “You need me just as much as you want me,” I said to him in a flirty, playful whisper. “And you’re at my mercy now.”
Of course I knew that it wasn’t entirely true. He could grab me and flip me around at any moment if he wanted to. He was definitely strong enough. He was strong enough to break me. Except he needed me, and he needed me to be happy, if he was going to be able to keep me around to do his bidding. I refused to be afraid of him and I refused to be seen as completely weak by either him or the shifters under his control. If I was going to help him save the world or whatever the fuck was going on, I was going to get respect and I was going to get answers.
After a few moments of bouncing on his cock and getting him all worked up into a frenzy, he did indeed grab me by the waist and flip me over again. This time, I was on my knees. He pounded his cock inside of me and I could feel it so deep in me that I wondered if he was completely rearranging my organs. I clawed at the white blankets, seeing some blood there and not being at all surprised.
“You’re going to do as I command!” he snarled at me, his green eyes glazed over as his orgasm drew near. He leaned down and kissed my lower back, biting into it and almost definitely leaving a scar or at least a hickey. “Come for me you little bitch! Come for me!!” Garen slapped me hard on the ass, and I bounced back and forward again
st him as he thrust into me from behind. He continued to let our guttural moans as he held me there, taking me like some kind of wild animal.
“You're a wild animal,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth. His cock slid against my g-spot near the top of my vagina and I threw my head back, howling loudly as I came.
Garen took my throat in his hand and placed a long, dexterous finger into my mouth. I sucked and licked at it as waves of euphoria took over my body. The feeling of my hot tongue against his skin combined with the warm wetness of my pussy led him to come thunderously inside of me, pushing me down against the bed so he could lie atop me once more, resting his head against the back of my shoulders.
He laid there for a few moments, taking the time to calm down and catch his breath. Then he got off of me and disappeared from the room, probably to go clean himself off. I rolled around in the bed and looked at the white door, waiting for him to reappear. What am I supposed to do now? I wondered. The only thing that they’d discussed was their bedding ritual, but after that, was I free to go home? Was this Garen like other men – all he wanted was sex?
As usual, I felt like I’d been left with more questions than answers. These dragon shifters seemed to like leaving me in a state of perpetual confusion, with each answer coming slowly and leaving me needing more information.
I took the time to get up off of the bed and throw the robe back around my shoulders. There was a box of tissues on the nightstand beside the bed and I took a few to clean myself up while I waited for the Master to come back to me. As giant and threatening as he had initially seemed to me, he’d been surprisingly gentle and slow with me. Maybe there really was something to be said for these “Believer” dragons. They at least believed that I was worth treating like a living being. They weren’t trying to kill me. Apparently, they weren’t really interested in hurting me either.
I went over to the door and pressed my ear to it, hoping that I might be able to overhear something that Brock and Ash were saying. Had they been waiting out there the whole time, listening to us having sex? Did they really have nothing else to do?
“Are you really sure she’s the one?”
“Undoubtedly, yes. You saw the mark on her arm.”
“But surely other humans have marks like that.”
“Not that particular shape and color. She’s the one. And the Master would know, too. He never makes mistakes.”
I scoffed and went back to the bed, sitting down and waiting cross-legged for his return. As far as I was concerned, he’d made a mistake in thinking that he could just kidnap me into all of this.
Chapter 4: Some Answers
I found myself dozing off on the bed for a while, and then the door opened at last. Garen was wearing a terrycloth robe like mine, except his was emerald green. He appeared out of place in the stark white room, but he didn’t care. He was clearly used to being the center of attention. “Hello again,” he said, smiling at me as he sat on the end of the bed. “I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”
Sitting up and leaning against my elbows, I looked at him, smirking a little in spite of myself. “I didn’t miss you at all,” I told him. It was honest, although I had wondered where he was and when he was coming back. That wasn’t the same thing as missing him, though.
Instead of being angered by my response, Garen threw his head back and laughed a loud, booming laugh. After all of the whispering and soft speaking during sex, I’d forgotten how loud his voice could be. Even when urging me on at the end, he’d kept a quiet, seductive tone to his voice. Now he was clearly back to normal business. “It’s come to my attention that you likely don’t know what’s going on or who I am,” he said. “My servants have told me that you asked questions and they gave you some guarded answers, but now I’m here to clear up anything you might be wondering about still.”
I quirked an eyebrow up at him. First the fucking and then the facts, eh? “What's this prophecy I keep hearing about and how do you tie into it?”
Garen nodded his head, not seeming at all surprised that this was the first topic I wished to go over. “The prophecy says that a young woman with a fire-shaped birthmark – you – will come of age and help us stop the end of the world. It is known as The Final Extinction, wherein it is believed that a monster will come and destroy all dragonkind, as well as the Earth itself.”
I stared at his face and noticed that there was complete seriousness in his expression. He really believed this stuff. And I was beginning to think that it could actually be true. “And I’m supposed to magically be able to help with that?” I asked him. “Birthmarks are just pigment on skin, you know that, right? It doesn’t make me special. I’m just a Latina from South Side.”
Garen smiled at me, and for once it wasn’t all fangs and ferocity. It was a genuine, surprisingly sweet smile. It took me off guard. “I didn’t say anything about magic,” he replied. “Like I said, a prophecy says that you’re the chosen one. You’re going to make me strong by lying with me, and as such, I’m your sworn protector now.”
I blinked at him. “Hold up. You’re going to protect me? For how long?”
He shrugged his muscled shoulders. “For life.”
This was way more than I’d signed up for, and I hadn’t even signed anything. “I’m supposed to be with you forever?”
He nodded his head. “Yes. You will help me lead our faction to glory against our enemies and the end of days. I’ve been the leader of our faction ever since my father, Aldous died, and my son will take over for me once I’m gone. The other dragons in my faction look to me and trust me, and now they will trust you, too. Because you’re the chosen one.”
This was a lot to take in.
I brought a hand to the bridge of my nose and pinched, feeling a pounding headache start to form in pretty much my entire face. “Can I have a glass of water or something?” I asked. “I’ve been through a lot today, most of which you weren’t even here for, protector.”
He laughed shortly. “I know, and I’m sorry.” He stood up from the bed and went to the door, opening it and sticking his head out. “A glass of water,” he called to Brock and/or Ash. Garen waited there patiently in the doorway for them to bring him the asked for beverage, and as soon as it was placed into his hand, he shut the door again and came back to me. “Here you go.” He handed the glass of cold water to me.
I gulped it back as if it might be taken away at any moment. After all of that running and everything that I’d been through that day, I needed a break. “So what more do you want from me?” I asked. “My hand in marriage? I haven’t even been home since seven this morning and you’re asking me to just stay with you forever now.” I shook my head at him in disbelief. “I know you guys are dragons, but you should be more realistic.”
“You need to come away with me, to my cave and my domain. I think it was made clear to you that the city is no place for people like us. I have a house in Washington Park where we can keep to ourselves, and you can be safe from those who would want to bring you harm.” Garen looked at me as if he was begging her to say yes, even though his calm voice indicated that he wasn’t going to take any other answer.
“But what about my family?” I demanded. “My school? My future? I was planning to go to Columbia, okay? I have plans and things that I want to achieve.”
Garen looked at me as if he didn’t understand, couldn’t possibly understand. I took it that dragon shifters didn’t bother going to school, but I wanted to do something with my life. And I couldn’t let that something just be living as Garen the Dragon Master’s sex slave. “Please,” he said, employing a new but familiar tactic. “This really is the only life for you that matters.”
That felt like such a slap in the face.
I didn’t even know what to say to that; he didn’t know anything about me, and now he was telling me that the only way I could make a difference in the world, was by trusting that he was really some kind of hero, and I was the one who was going to give him the strength he needed
to defend the world from some evil monster. “So I’m really supposed to just never see my family or friends again? Never graduate or go to college?”
Garen gave that a little thought. I’m sure he could see how upset he was making me. He’s not really proving himself a good protector by hurting me and blowing off my feelings. I scowled at him as he thought. “Very well,” he said at last. “You can continue going to school and graduate. But only if you can do it from home or with my men accompanying you. You’re only two weeks away.”
Dammit. How did he know that? “Have you guys been stalking me or what?” I asked, scoffing at him, even though it really did bother me. “You know, you could’ve called me or something instead of having your gang hunt me down and chase me here.”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, reaching over and petting my leg a little. “It’s not the way that I preferred to do it, but we had to know for sure that you had the mark. The prophecy told us your age and that led us to your school. That was as close as we came.”
I sighed softly, pulling my hair back around my neck and onto my shoulder. Moving my hair around was something I did when I was anxious. My mom always threatened to make me go cut it short if I didn’t leave it alone. “But you’re still asking me to leave my family.” I didn’t even say it as a question this time, more as a confirmation.
Garen appeared sad as he nodded. “I’ve already begun making arrangements for your parents to move away. It’s the only way to keep them safe. Once our enemies – all our enemies – know that you’re the marked one, they will be coming for you and for your family. It’s better to get them away from here because I cannot protect all of you. I’m only sworn to protect you.”
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