by Maia Starr
"Who is in there?" a voice boomed in the armory.
"It is I, Marissa Volander," I said trying to remain calm.
I turned to see Traydon walking in with a group of warriors. He smiled at me. "Marissa, my beauty, what are you doing in here?"
"Your brother did not keep his word of showing me around after you left. So I decided to look around myself," I said with a very sweet smile.
"Of course he did not. He never does. He will never be a good king. We have all realized that," he said as he turned to the warriors at his side that nodded in agreement.
"Escort Marissa back to her living quarters. I'm sorry, my lady, but we have business to attend to in the armory. But do not worry; in a few days, you shall have run of the entire castle, if you wish," Traydon said to me as he kissed the top of my hand and looked into my eyes. I thought it was a very odd thing to say, but I was not going to question it. He was offering me an escort back to my room and that would make it less suspicious with the stolen booty that I carried.
"Thank you. You are too kind, Prince Traydon," I said with a bright smile. I allowed the warrior to escort me back to my quarters. Once I was safely inside, I put the scales in my jewelry box with the rest of the jewelry. I figured it should be safe in there. I needed to open communications with Gladonetics and tell them that I would be returning to Earth soon. I began to pack my trunk. I would be on the next ship to Earth. I needed to speak with the king and demand that he arrange it. That his plan to wed me to his son had failed.
I moved onto the veranda to watch the sun set on the beautiful land of the city of Cerista.
Beep. I knew the sound. It meant that there was someone at my door. I walked into my room, but before I could open the door, Jarith barged in.
"Look, it's not that I don't want you. Believe me I do. I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you on the ground with your dress up to your waist. You don't know how your scent drives me insane. But there's more at stake here!"
My eyes narrowed at him. What gave him the right to barge in here and began telling me that he wanted me, but only in the perfect circumstances? I hated him. "You don't need to give me an explanation! I don't need one. I am going back to Earth as soon as I can. I demand an audience with your father. I will convince him to let me go. I will not be forced into anything!" I said, turning my back on him and stomping toward my bedroom.
"You stubborn human female! Do you not see that females do not have any say here! What makes you think the king will listen to you? After he went through so much to get you here, you think he will just let you go because you feel like it?!"
"So, what? I'm a prisoner now? That is how you take a wife? You have to hold her prisoner just to want you? That is pathetic!"
Jarith let out a loud growl that scared the shit out of me. His shirt ripped, the buttons popping off and flying across the room. The shirt tore completely off. Wings appeared on his back, billowing out to a great length that filled the room. Shiny, metallic scales appeared on his body on his right side. They went from over his shoulder down across his body in a diagonal line over his chest to his hip. They shined and sparkled in the light. His chest was moving hard and fast.
My mouth fell open at the sight of him shifting into Dragon form. I had never seen it done except for when I saw Traydon shift in the distance. Now I was seeing it right before my eyes as Jarith shifted, and it was hot as fuck. It was completely thrilling to see and my body responded to it immediately. I was so turned on by it.
He stomped toward me and put his large hands on my back. He dwarfed me with his massive size. He pulled me against his hard body and laid a kiss on me. It was a hard kiss and I responded by putting my arms around his neck and pulling myself up higher to him as I stood on my tiptoes. He picked me up, rubbing my body against his as he carried me higher to his mouth. I could feel the wind of his wings as they moved on either side of me. It was so unbelievably hot to be kissed by this weredragon, even though we fought like crazy.
“I want you, Marissa. I want you badly.”
“I know you do, Prince. I want you too. Take me right now. You don’t have to watch me from a window. You can take me. I will let you,” I said between kisses. He moaned and I could only guess because he was remembering watching me be fucked.
He picked me up and laid me on the rug on the floor. His silver wings spread out from his body as he placed his body on top of me. I ran my hands over his shiny, hard scales. They were beautiful and thrilling to the touch. His hand moved down the cleavage of my dress.
“This needs to come off,” he groaned.
“I can take it off,” I moaned.
“So can I,” he said as he ripped the material straight down from my cleavage all the way down to the hem, as if it was made of nothing. He did it so easily and now the dress was torn in two. He pushed the material off of me. I bit my lower lip as my breasts fell free and he looked at them and said, “Fuck. You are so beautiful.” Then he took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it. I arched my back up to meet him. It felt so good.
“Jarith, don’t stop doing that, please. Your mouth feels so good,” I moaned.
His large hand massaged my other breast and moved down to my panties. Rip! He tore them off too. Now I was completely naked. I was in ecstasy. He was so long on top of me, but as he moved his face up to my lips to kiss me, I reached down as far as I could and found his hard cock. It was so long and thick in my hand. I pushed my hand into his pants and he moaned. He sat up and pulled his boots and pants off. Now he was completely naked, with shiny scales and silver wings. He was beautiful.
“I have never seen anything like you, Jarith,” I said as I let my eyes roam over his magnificent, strong form. His six-pack abs peeked out where the scales did not cover and his body. His cock was long, thick, and very big. It was smooth and perfect, but it was very big—bigger than I had ever experienced.
“I could say the same thing to you, Marissa,” he said as he moved to me and placed his strong body between my thighs. I felt the tip of his cock at my center, begging to move inside of me.
He kissed my mouth and I pushed my fingers into his long, black hair. I could feel my long, brown hair splayed about me on the rug and I felt like a wild banshee with this Drackon prince shifter. I never thought I would be doing this; in fact, I planned on never doing it, but now that I was, I wanted nothing more. I could never see me going back to bedding a human male after this experience. This was hot as shit.
“I want to taste you, Marissa. Your scent has tortured me for so long. Now let me taste it? Please, will you let me,” he begged.
“Yes, I want you too,” I said, knowing that my scent was so strong to him. He was a creature, after all, and they smelled pheromones the way we smelled weredragons.
Jarith moved down my body with his long tongue licking every inch of my skin as he slowly made his way down further and further. It moved over my nipples, tickling and flicking them. Then he moved his tongue over my stomach until he was on my wet center with his face between my thighs. I opened my legs wider.
“Mmm…yes. Fuck yes,” he said as he stuck his tongue inside of me. I opened my eyes and hovering over me were his large, silver wings. Looking at them, I thought I was going to explode into ecstasy right then and there. It was so damn hot. His tongue moved with skill in and out of me and then moved up and down, licking me.
“Oh god. Oh god, yes! Oh, Jarith!” I shouted. Then his tongue moved over my clitoris and he moved it fast and placed pressure on it. That was it. He didn’t need to touch it long before I was releasing. “Oh! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I shouted.
“Yes, release for me, Marissa. I want you to release in my mouth,” he moaned as he licked and sucked as I released. I squirmed under him. I could barely contain myself. I was in a fog of confusion and haze as the climax over took me. The pulsations felt like convulsions.
Jarith moved his body back on top of mine, kissing my mouth. I once again felt the tip of his cock p
laced at my opening. “You’re so wet, Marissa.”
“I want you, Prince. I want to feel you inside of me. I have waited long enough,” I pleaded. I was surprised at my own words. I had never said anything like that to a male before. Now I was saying it to a weredragon.
“I’ve waited too. I want to be inside you. But I am very large. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. He was right. He was very large.
“Yes, you are. You are right. Perhaps take it slow,” I said.
“That’s going to be hard, but I will be slow,” he said as he pushed in an inch of him, just the tip. I arched my head back and moaned at the sensation of him entering me, of this weredragon entering me.
“You feel so warm and wet. You feel so good on my cock, Marissa,” he said.
I opened my thighs wider and he slowly pushed in more of him, and then a bit more, “Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. It feels good,” I said. He smiled at me and pushed in more and more of him, ever so slowly. Until finally he was all the way deep inside of me, deeper than any man had ever been.
“Yes, that feels good, Jarith. I’m all right. Please, fuck me,” I begged. He groaned at my words and began to move back and forth with his strong hips. I felt that confusion haze come over me again. He hypnotized me. His groaning and growling was low and rumbled deep inside his body. I was once again on the brink as I watched his strong, scaly body and silver wings hover over me as he moved in and out of me. Then I exploded into wild orgasm. I squirmed under him on the rug.
“Oh, Jarith. I’m coming again,” I whispered quietly, barely able to get the words out of my mouth. He moaned but continued to move inside of me. We moved in rhythm for a long time. He stopped to kiss me, massage my breasts, and run his hands down my legs. Then he would move in and out of me again and again. Then his breathing grew harder. His muscles tensed and then he whispered, “I’m releasing, Marissa. I can’t hold on any longer.”
Then I felt the release of his juices flood me. It was abundant and warm. I moaned as he filled me with his essence. We lay together, entwined for a few minutes.
Then he stood up and shifted back to normal. He was dragon no more. He moved toward me with a lusty look. I was ready for round two. Now I would have the experience of having sex with him when he was not in dragon form.
Boom!
We were both startled as my door opened and warriors filed in. What the hell was going on? Before we could both react, Traydon had entered my room.
"Take my brother and put him in the tower," he ordered. Warriors were on Jarith quickly, with many of them grabbing his arms and legs.
"Jarith! What the hell is going on?!" I shouted.
"Traydon! What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!" Jarith shouted at him.
"Oh, my dumb brother. While you were busy bedding this human and sulking about father’s constant nagging for you to become a good king, I was planning. I planned a rebellion."
"What is going on here? Where is father?" Jarith asked.
"I killed him. I am king now," Traydon said, leaning toward Jarith. I gasped in shock.
Jarith growled and lunged at Traydon.
"Now! Don't let him shift!" Traydon shouted and a warrior shocked Jarith. It was a Taser of sorts. Jarith went unconscious and fell into the arms of the warriors. They carried him out of my room. I was so shocked and speechless. This was insanity.
"Don't you worry, Marissa," Traydon said to me as he moved toward the bed. Then he continued, "I was hoping that I would not have to take you as a wife after you had been spoiled by my brother, but it seems that I am too late. Still, my father was right about taking a human female wife with intelligence that is able to co-rule at my side. You are perfect for that. I will make you my queen. In three days, we shall be married."
"What?! No! I want to go back to Earth! What is going to happen to your brother?" I rambled on. Traydon just looked at me. He didn't answer. He walked over to me and slipped a gem bracelet on my wrist, it snapped and locked into place. "Never take that off, Marissa. It means you are mine now."
He followed his warriors out of the door. How could this be happening? Did he really murder his father the king? There was no way that the Drackon would allow this to happen. There would be an uprising in the streets. I quickly wrapped a sheet around my naked body and ran out onto the veranda. I looked over the city. It seemed quiet. In fact, it was too quiet. There were no Drackon flying in the air. Everyone seemed to have their windows shut and lights off. It was as if everyone had gone into hiding; everyone was scared of the evil brother that had lost his mind.
For two days, I quietly waited. I did not want to bring unwanted attention to myself. I had to get out of this marriage. I needed to go back to Earth. I needed to free Jarith. I was one person against many dragons. It was impossible. I sat in a blue dress on the veranda, staring out at the dark sky. I looked at the bracelet that was on my wrist. I tried countless times to take it off, but I could not. I did not want anything from the crazy brother.
Tears fell from my eyes. How did things go so wrong so quickly? I was stuck here, thousands of light years away from my home planet. The only friend I had was locked in the castle towers in prison—that's if he was still alive. If Traydon was crazy enough to kill his father, then I was sure that he would dispose of his brother very quickly. That thought made me cry harder. Just when I had allowed myself to give myself to a male in love for the first time, he was taken away.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
I felt the wind of wings surround me. I looked up and saw Jarith hovering above me. He landed, setting his feet down on the veranda. I was in shock. Was I dreaming?
"How? How are you here?" I asked him. He put his finger to his lips and said, "Shhh… we don't have much time. Wrap yourself around me."
Even in the moment of danger, those words were very romantic to me. He grabbed my arms and placed my hands behind his neck. He put his hands underneath my bottom and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I laid my face flat against the hard, shiny scales on his chest. He held me to him, carrying me as he took flight off the veranda. It was scary and thrilling, but I would do anything to get out of the castle and out of a marriage to Traydon.
He flew straight up high into the sky, into the darkness. I opened my eyes and looked out; the stars gleamed and twinkled brightly. I was flying very high and it was a beautiful sensation. I held on tighter, afraid to fall from such a height. Jarith must've felt my fear because he whispered in my ear, "Do not worry, Marissa. I would never let you fall."
I squeezed him tighter but not out of fear: out of love. Now he was flying horizontally across the mountaintops and over a forest. I did not know this planet and I did not know where we were going. I did not know how he got away. But I did not care; I felt safe in his arms as he flew. It was such a thrilling sensation to be flying, and I was envious that the Drackon did this regularly.
Finally, a large, green field came into view at the edge of the forest. Jarith began to descent toward the field and landed. I looked up into his eyes as he set my feet on the grass. He leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me hard and aggressively; I kissed him back with passion, longing, and fear.
Chapter 8
PRINCE JARITH RYKOR
When I woke up, I knew exactly where I was. I was in the tower for prisoners, high in the castle. I was groggy and everything hit me at once.
"Shit. Traydon. You bastard. Wait till I get my hands on you," I said as I stood up.
I moved to the door and peered out of the bars; there were no guards. There was no need for them. These prison cells were inescapable. There was only one way out, and that meant having the key. I moved to the small window that looked out over the city; the city was quiet. The window was very small, designed for shifters. Even if I shifted into a dragon, I could not fly out of there.
It was hard to believe that my father was gone. But it was not hard to believe that Traydon would do such a thing. He wanted the throne badly. I did
not know that he had been planning a mutiny in such a way that he had forces on his side. I had to get out of there.
I looked out at the city. The Drackon were expecting a civil war, and they were right. Then something caught my eye; it was a light blinking off and on. As I paid attention to it, I realized that it was a signal. It was a signal that I used with Lieutenant Axon when we would go on flying missions in battle. I understood the message loud and clear; he was coming for me. I made myself ready for a rescue at any moment. Finally, four hours later, he came.
Boom! I looked out the door to see that the control panel on the prison cell had been busted. Sparks flew from it. Axon stood there with a sledge hammer in his hand. Then he grabbed the loose wires from the control panel and rewired it. The door opened and I ran out.
"Prince Jarith. Are you all right? Are you hurt? Can you shift?" he asked quickly.
