Iris's Guardian

by Lisa Daniels

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” There was a fiddly part on the back of her dress – she fumbled for a moment, before letting it drop down into a puddle on the ground, leaving her in a bra, panties, and leggings. She stepped out of her low-heel shoes, and worked on pulling off the leggings as well.

  Now Durza appeared seriously concerned. “Um, princess… are you hot?”

  “I’m glad you noticed,” Jackie replied, now reaching for her bra. She unhooked it and it tumbled off, leaving her breasts exposed to the warm air. Durza took one step back, and Jackie advanced on him, wearing a salacious grin, her eyes smoldering and wrought with assurance. A belief in her own ability and beauty. She seized him by the neck of his tunic and tightened her hand, scuffing up the material.

  The way his eyes ignited then sent weird, fluttering arousal deep in her. Something she hadn’t expected to sense so hard and fast. Maybe this would turn out to be more enjoyable than expected…

  Finally taking the lead, Durza scooped her up and practically ran to the bedroom, throwing her on the sheets and rapidly tearing off his clothes. Jackie watched, tongue trailing over her lips as she waited on the bed, her body sprawled seductively, eager to see what lay beneath those clothes. She wasn’t disappointed. Durza underneath his plain clothes hid a masterpiece of a body. Tight, controlled. Oozing with strength as he moved towards her and grasped the panties on either side of her, rolling them off. His erection unfurled before her eyes as he then hovered over her body, inspecting her curves, her immaculate and pale skin with lustful eyes, something of the predator gleaming in his face. The slight hint of danger aroused Jackie further, and she grinned viciously at him before bringing his lips to hers in a fiery, passionate kiss.

  At first, she just expected to enjoy the moment, use Durza for a good time, never mind whatever princess taboos she might be breaking. She broke them all a long time ago. However, Durza knew how to use his body. It reminded her a little of the gigolo, except Durza possessed far more strength of body and mind, and dominated her in subtle movements. The way his tongue flicked out over hers, and their breaths mingled together, tinged with the scent of brimstone, enticed her. The way the hairs on his human body brushed against her soft skin, making her flinch from the sensation, making the few hairs that layered her skin prickle up in pleasure.

  I could get used to this.

  She devoured his lips more intensely, wrapping her legs around his pelvis, dragging her body into his. He fell onto her then, pushing as if intending to merge into her as one organism, gasps and sighs emitting from the both of them, the heat in the atmosphere increasing. Everything about Jackie now felt on fire, from the tips of her toes to the flames in her cheeks. Her stomach bubbled warmly, purring in anticipation of the erection that brushed her thigh. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, but knew it wouldn’t be that simple, because she was fully aware of everything. Every touch, every electrical zing that travelled between their bodies. The hyperawareness made her shudder as he kissed her ear, probed at it with his hot, damp tongue, before easing his erection through her entrance, pushing apart the folds, taking up the empty space there and filling it with his essence. She groaned at the touch and her whole body became charged, buzzing with desire. Yearning and desperate for more.

  No. What this started out as – a quick roll between the sheets – had already shifted in intent. Now that she felt a little of Durza’s soul roll out into her and past her hard, prickly layers, she found a princess there, one who didn’t really believe she deserved to be one, because she didn’t fit. Jackie usually didn’t care. But here, for a shining second, she believed she could belong. Even up on High Mountain, where humans rarely went, deep in the heart of the Wilderness – a possible purpose stretched out before her. A purpose shared with the fire and lust of this shifter in her, though he had reached places deeper than the physical manifestation of their bodies. He touched the parts of her she’d forgotten.

  The feeling grew, rising like the sun, and the friction sent delicious tingles all throughout her body, as she slammed her head back on the pillow and groaned. Durza bit at her neck, increasing the thrusting movement, and when he came, he didn’t stop there. She still needed to reach that peak.

  He removed himself from her and kissed his way down her stomach. Her body twitched in anticipation. When his mouth latched onto her bundle of nerves, she let out a whimper. Each flick of his tongue sent her closer into a frenzy, and her hands turned into claws as she dug into the covers. She let out a long, gasping scream as she climaxed, the tendons in her neck tight, her muscles so wound up in her thighs, she knew they’d hurt later.

  But it felt so good. So fucking good.

  She didn’t object when he cuddled. Normally, she didn’t opt for that kind of thing. The post-coital affection. It made her uncomfortable. But this, she allowed. Durza relished the contact and kept kissing her shoulder and cheek at every opportunity, as if unable to believe what he had in his arms.

  She allowed it to happen, and closing her eyes, she drifted into a pleasant sleep, the orgasm bathing her entire body like a love potion. Attaching her in body and soul to the one who lay next to her.

  Chapter Three

  Daylight bloomed, and with it, so did the possibilities. Durza and Jackie were rather cuddly, spending a lot of time grinning and giggling like a lovesick couple.

  It was unlike her normal self. She clung onto that feeling for as long as she could, allowing her heart to open to Durza’s affection, before it closed up again and she got down to business.

  Still, she couldn’t ignore the covert glances he gave her, and sometimes she greeted them back with a smile.

  Outside, Morgana gave Jackie a little locked chest with ten of the proxy healing potions inside it. The black-haired witch appeared incredibly proud of her efforts and ingenuity when it came to brewing.

  “They say my great-great-great-grandmother on my cousin’s side was the legendary witch of the Old Kingdom,” Morgana said, “before the kingdoms formed. Before we had proper humans around. She was the best potion maker. Came up with most of the recipes we use today.”

  “I have to hand it to you, your skill is scary.” Jackie pretended to bow before the witch. Morgana smiled at Jackie, before slipping her a tiny pink potion.

  “That’s my rapid heal. Go on. Drink it!”

  Giving her thanks, Jackie drank the contents of the little glass and felt the chaotic energies swirling in her system, invigorating her veins. She actively felt them regenerating on the spot as the liquid worked its way through, and she sighed. “Incredible.”

  “It won’t help you escape, mind,” Morgana said. “So I think I’m okay giving you that. Durza’s quite attached to you. Seems to think you’re some kind of miracle. You sex him already?”

  Jackie burst out laughing at this, even as she saw a few Questers making their way along the rickety bridges. “Yes. I’ve, uh, sexed him. I think I scared him off, actually. He wasn’t expecting me to be quite so… experienced.”

  “Oh ho? Now this, I have to hear,” Morgana said, dragging Jackie over so that they both sat with their legs dangling over a precipice, the wind lustily flicking around them. Her green eyes shimmered with interest, and Jackie shared her experience with the famous gigolo of her kingdom.

  “You were a naughty princess! I thought all your types were the same, but I couldn’t be more wrong, could I? Try not to suck my friend too dry. He needs to function, sometimes.”

  Jackie chuckled. She never got to talk like this with other princesses. The words for them were venomous, packing in blasphemy and wilting the ears of innocent minds. “I can’t hold any promises. He’s quite tasty under all those clothes. Just as long as he doesn’t shift into a fucking dragon halfway, I’m good.”

  “Ah, girl. That’s… oh,” Morgana groaned, grinning at the same time, “No, that’s an awful visual!”

  Jackie laughed harder, her cheeks reddening from the effort of her stomach contracting. “Yes, I’m already regr
etting that one myself. Let’s just stay away from there, can we agree?”

  “You know, I’ve lived among dragons for almost a century, and I still don’t know how they transform. Is it magic? A spell? Is it comfortable? Painful? They never talk about it.” Morgana nodded to herself as a Quester drew nearer. “Wait. I think this one might be coming for your potion. I can smell it. Smell it good.” She tapped her large nose, licking her lips. “You remember the ritual words?”

  Durza discreetly peeked his head out of the cave, and Jackie caught it out of the corner of her eye, which made her doubly nervous. She wasn’t used to being nervous and silently berated herself for it. “Yes, of course.” She felt an unusual pressure to do well. To prove to these people that even a princess could be a Quest Giver. And not merely the reward from a Quest.

  Sure enough, the weary traveler stopped behind Morgana and Jackie. “Greetings,” the knight said, wheezing through his silvery visor, gauntleted hands resting upon his knees. “I’ve heard it from a mystic that there’s a new Quest in this domain, one that’s worth the time.”

  “Greetings, Quester,” Jackie said, hoping she didn’t stumble over any of the words, “I have a Quest, if you’re willing to hear it. I need six things. First is powdered unicorn horn from the Strathian breed found in the Lost Forest. Second are the petals of the stygian flower, located in the City of Night. Third is the gloamfly, only found in the Swamp of Illusions. Fourth is the tear of an innocent, trapped in a diamond phial. Fifth is the greenest blade of grass from the Troll Meadows, and last is a crystallized soul, found where the darkest secrets lie.” She paused. Yes, I’ve said it right. I’m good. “Only then will you have my reward. The Potion of Healing. With it in your blood, you can heal those you love.”

  The knight bobbed his head. A flicker of desperation shot through his face. “Yes. I accept this Quest. Is there a time limit?”

  “Take as long as you need. It will not be easy, Quester.”

  “Thank you.” The knight bowed to Jackie, making her feel rather proud of herself. He thanked her again, and waddled off to the rope bridge, whilst Morgana leaned on her palm, grinning roguishly.

  “Look at you! We’ll make a Quest Giver of you yet.”

  “I have a question. What if they just, like, refuse to take a Quest and just overpower us?”

  “The potions break if harm happens to the Quest Givers,” Morgana replied. “There are traditional fail-safes for all Quest Givers. No one in their right mind would do such a thing.”

  That didn’t exactly reassure Jackie. All it’d take was someone tipping the edge of insanity to make things go wrong. She needed protection – like what she saw Morgana wearing on the night she and Andrea were found in the swamp.

  Durza came along to them at last, beaming with obvious pride. “See? I told you she’d be good.”

  “Hmph. Well, Durza, she’s a good soul, but she’s a princess. If you don’t give her what she wants, it won’t work out in the long run.” Morgana clapped Jackie’s shoulder. “And this one thirsts for knowledge. I can smell it. She might be willing to give up her dream of returning home… if you can prove that her home is here in High Mountain.”

  Jackie blinked rapidly, surprised at the witch’s words. I wouldn’t put it like that. Though she was adrift, unsure where the tide pulled her, and unsure where she wanted to go. She missed home, but any day the situation might spill over into death and destruction. They barely managed the peace as it was, because danger always knocked on the door, bribing the officials, digging a way into the royal family. But here on High Mountain, although surrounded by beautiful views, with a dragon who transformed into a human and kept her company at night – she still didn’t quite belong.

  Neither with the princesses, or with dragons. Nowhere, really. Morgana sensed her sadness, or maybe saw it with that strange future potion, and said, “You’ve been lost for a while, haven’t you? And just been pretending that everything’s fine.”

  Not wanting to answer with words, because she felt as if they’d well out her throat and through her eyes as tears, Jackie nodded. Durza’s expression softened at this.

  “What can I do to help? If you’re really unhappy here… I can take you back. I mean, I was a little selfish – we wanted to find someone to be a Quest Giver for Morgana’s new potion for a while. But I did take advantage of that.”

  “There’s no point in me going home,” Jackie replied, her heart heavy, weighing down her soul. “I’m past prime age. Or getting there. I’ve been removed from society long enough that I’ll have to do catch-up to get anywhere. And I don’t even know what the political landscape’s like. It changes quite fast.” She rubbed her hands, staring down the cliffs and mountains where plants grew precariously out the sides, wafting in the gentle breeze like dancers, resembling the essence of her dreams.

  She snapped and acted irritable like the best of them, but it was no compensation for the disconnect. Not even seizing moments with people like Durza and trying to forget the world around her existed helped.

  “Then what can we do? There’s no point keeping you here as a Quest Giver if you have no motivation to go home. I mean, that was the deal we struck. It won’t work.” Durza let out a heavy sigh, his brown eyes full of concern. His kind, clever face sent small pangs of guilt into Jackie’s otherwise locked heart.

  One day at a time. “Well. I may as well give this whole Quest business a try. And, if you want me to stick around – even have a relationship – my needs should be satisfied. They are quite simple. Books. Access to knowledge. And the promise of artifacts and gear like Morgana’s. Because I feel quite squishy without that protection. I don’t have magic in my bones. Well… natural magic,” she said hastily, seeing Morgana’s aggressive eyebrow twitch. Okay. Don’t tell Durza about the regeneration potion in her blood.

  “I’ll see what I can do.” He crouched beside her for a moment, taking her hand in his. The tender gesture made her smile and press her head against the crook of his arm for a moment. She dropped the relationship bomb on him. She didn’t believe in faffing around, or delaying the obvious. She did want to keep some secrets to herself, but if her three new friends could read body language, it would be hard to lie.

  Friends. How strange. The notion illuminated her, filled her up like a blossoming flower. They were friends. Even without anyone explicitly stating the word, the way they acted around her was just so… casual. As if they had never considered for a second leaving her out of things.

  A roar in the distance made them all frantically scour the scenery, tracking the source of the noise.

  A deafening bellow drowned out the ambient sounds in the background, and Durza froze. “Oh, shit,” he said.

  A huge, brown and black dragon came soaring over the tip of one of the mountains, spewing orange flames.

  “Well, she doesn’t technically belong to anyone,” Morgana said, gesturing to Jackie. “So she’s up for grabs by any dragon with the Scent.”

  “Fuck,” Durza muttered, as the dragon swooped closer, making a direct line towards Jackie.

  Chapter Four

  “Can’t you claim me?” Jackie’s heart bounced in her mouth as the brown dragon closed the distance, now telegraphing his intent to grab her by stretching his talons.

  “I can. But I still have to fight this fucker.” Durza grimaced. “Um. Jackie, I won’t set you free. Sorry.”

  Jackie suppressed a sudden, insane desire to laugh. “No problem. Can I help?”

  Durza shook his head before launching himself off the cliff in human form, morphing into a huge, cyan-colored dragon, the second time she’d ever seen him shift. His light brown eyes fixated upon the incoming dragon, and Elzara and Andrea stepped out of the cave, gaping at the unfolding spectacle.

  The approaching dragon instantly blasted Durza with fire, but he shook it off, unfazed, and they collided mid-air, screeching and hissing. Jackie’s hands lifted up to her mouth. She hoped Durza would win. She liked him and the easy arrangement
they had with one another. She’d just completed giving out her first Quest. She’d just been given the deal to help her not be so bored on High Mountain. And now all that could be dashed away in moments.

  “Should this even be happening? Isn’t he attacking a Quest Giver, that dragon? Will Durza be okay?”

  “Ssh. There’s something not right with that dragon.” Morgana took some deep sniffs, even as Durza and the invader tussled mid-air, sometimes gripping, sometimes flapping away and charging one another like jousters. “Smells like old socks.”

  There was a brief pause.

  “Uh, socks?”

  Morgana waved her hand irritably. “Or maybe he smells like someone who isn’t in control of himself. Yes. This one’s under a mind-altering spell. Probably failed a Quest somewhere. Look, he’s trying to avoid Durza now, and is going for Andrea. And she’s claimed.”

  The invader dragon tumbled past Durza, taking huge, hasty flaps towards Elzara and Andrea. Elzara barked something at the princess, who retreated inside, and then she transformed as well into her blue dragon form as the enemy crunched into her. Durza let out a shriek of rage as the dragons rolled and caused rock to tumble from Elzara’s cave, and she snapped away at the intruder, who was now screaming, whipping his neck from side to side like a lunatic.

  Suddenly, the invader tussled himself free and again made a direct line to Jackie. Before Jackie could exclaim, before Durza had the time to gather enough speed, the dragon had swiped at Jackie, encasing her in his talons. She yelled and beat her fists uselessly against the scaly prison, her heart a hammer against her chest, the adrenaline in her blood spiking. No. She couldn’t be taken now. Not when she finally had a plan! “Bastard!” Jackie growled, her temper flaring, seeing the world below her through the gaps in the talons, along with desperation. No. It couldn’t end like this.