A Drackon Christmas

by Maia Starr

  I went back in to my quarters to see my bedroom. It did not disappoint. There was a canopy bed with intricate, lace curtains. The plush mattress was covered with white, silk sheets. I opened the wardrobe and was surprised by what I found. Hanging in the wardrobe were many dresses of various colors. But it was the design of the dress that I thought was very surprising. It was almost like a ballgown from the 1800s, complete with a corset and stockings. It was unusual how close this society resembled Earth from many years ago. I was excited to wear the dresses and already knew that I was going to wear the yellow, satin dress with blue ribbon that gleamed and stood out amongst the rest. I lay down and took a quick nap. I was very excited to meet the king at dinner.

  Chapter 6

  PRINCE JARITH RYKOR

  I watched Marissa being escorted into the dinner feast to be introduced to my father. She looked wonderful in a Drackon-made dress. It was yellow, in soft satin, and it made her stand out amongst all the rest.

  All eyes were on her. She was the special guest of the king. We had never had a human female invited by the king before. Everyone knew that it was important as the hall was filled with nobles of great wealth that had gathered just to see the human. As my eyes moved over the space, there were very familiar faces in the hall, even Braxa, one of my former lovers. It was a festive occasion, but I was in no festive mood.

  "Marissa Volander, it is an honor to meet you. Please take a place at my side for dinner," my father said as he took her hand in his and kissed the top of it.

  I hated him for that move. Why did he have to touch her? Then he led her over to the table and she glanced sideways at me. I looked away. I could not watch this happen. My father was going to take the one and only human female I had ever been interested in and make her his sex toy. It was too much for me to handle, especially because her delicious scent engulfed me as she moved past me. It was teasing me.

  “Let the dinner begin!” my father shouted over the hall. All sat down and large trays of food were brought out. I had missed the bounty of my planet after eating the dull food of Earth that had lost its flavor in the toxic environment. I sat next to my father on his right side, and Marissa sat on his left. On her side sat my brother, Traydon. It was strange; he should have been sitting at my side. The hall was full of the sounds of chatter and clanging plates, but it was not loud enough to drown out my father’s flirtations with Marissa.

  "Your planet is lovely, King Rykor. I was not expecting so much beauty. Your race has really utilized nature and incorporated it into your society. I applaud you for it," I heard Marissa tell my father.

  "Yes, it is of vital importance to live with nature. We make it a high-priority. You shall take a tour of our structural systems. I am sure that the Gladonetics corporation will have years of study based on our technology here," the king said to her.

  "Yes, I would love to see the structural systems. I have so many questions," she said as she ate alongside my father. No doubt he was making plans to take her on a tour of the castle and seduce her, just the way my lieutenant had on the ship. I rolled my eyes at it. I was growing angrier by the minute. They continued on this way, with my father dodging her questions about his new interest in Gladonetics.

  “King Rykor, I must ask, we at Gladonetics are very curious about this new agreement you would like to make with us. Can you not tell me a bit about it now?” she asked curiously.

  “There is plenty of time for business later. Now is a time of rest and celebration after your long journey. It is also time for…”

  My father stood up from the table. Marissa seemed disappointed by his way of deflecting her questions. Then my father shouted, “It is time for the music!”

  The crowd cheered and the musicians played loudly. My father stood up and took Marissa’s hand in his own and led her to the dance floor.

  Everyone parted as she and the king danced the first dance. Just seeing him put his arm around her and his hand planted on her lower back was enough for me. But then my brother took the second dance, and for the first time, I saw the way he was looking at her. He wanted her. Did he not know why she was brought here? For our father?

  Probably not; he could be very naïve in these situations. He was always very quiet and always the dutiful son, unlike me, the rebellious one. Traydon wanted to be king so badly he could taste it. I would almost give up the throne to him if it wouldn't be such a disgrace; no Drackon had ever done so.

  I had finally had my fill of the show. I went outside and shifted and took my first flight into the forest after being away from home for so long. I flew past the forest and out to the rocky deserts. I flew all night. When I returned later that night, I landed on the veranda outside of Marissa's room. I fought myself hard not to go in there and kiss her. I could smell her. Before I was able to get a full hard on, I flew away.

  The next morning, I’d had had enough. If my father was going to claim her, he needed to do so now, because if he did not, I would take her.

  "Father, I have brought back the prize you so wanted: the intelligent human female, Marissa Volander. If you are going to claim her as a concubine, then you should do so immediately. It is unfair to the human that you should lead her on into thinking this is some sort of negotiation. Tell her the truth," I said, pacing back-and-forth in my father’s living quarters.

  He laughed a very boisterous laugh. How dare he laugh when I was in such pain because of the desire that I felt for her.

  "Son, that is not why I had the human female come to our planet. It is the opposite of that," he said.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I had her brought here for you. I had to bring her so that you would bond with her on the trip back to our planet. I want you to take her as a mate."

  "What!"

  "It is true. I want you to take a human wife, an intelligent one. I want one capable of ruling an empire by your side. She has proven that she can run a very large corporation. There is not much difference between running a large business and running a kingdom. She is your match. Dealings with Earth is the future of the Drackon, and I think it would be a very smooth transition if a human female is queen during the transition."

  "This was all a trick?! Another one of your senseless assignments because you think I cannot rule the kingdom! What gives you the right to choose a mate for me? I am to choose from the nobles. I am to choose a Drackon female. I am to have a full Drackon son, not a hybrid! This is not your decision to make for me."

  "Yes, it is. You will rule the kingdom the way I say that you will rule. You will have a human female wife, and this one is intelligent, beautiful, and pleasant company. You cannot tell me that you did not bond with her on the ship. Did you not bed her?"

  "No! Because I thought that she was a gift for you!"

  "But you wanted to? You cannot tell me that you escaped the charms of this human female. I think there are few that can."

  "That is beside the fact. I hope that you have some sort of negotiation for the Gladonetics Corporation, because your trick is not going to work. I will not take her for a wife!" I said as I moved toward the veranda and shifted into dragon form. I ran and flew off of the edge, into city.

  After I had calmed down, I returned to the castle complex. I knew that my father was not going to tell Marissa the truth, so I was going to tell her. She was going to be mad as hell, but she deserved the truth. She had journeyed far thinking that she was here for her corporation, and not to be a stolen bride.

  When I finally found her, it was a familiar scene.

  "This is the armory; it is where we keep our weapons of war, but also our science of war. Most importantly, the scales that appear on our bodies when we shift; we collect them from our dead that have passed on. We use them to make shields that are impenetrable," Traydon said to her.

  "I would love to see it," Marissa said to him.

  "And I want to show it to you," he said to her in a very thick voice, full of lust. He was flirting with her and it made me angry. It reminded me o
f when I caught Lieutenant Axon flirting with her. She smiled at him, encouraging the behavior, and my blood boiled.

  "What is going on here?" I intruded. She jumped, startled at my sudden appearance.

  "I am showing Marissa Volander around the structures as father promised," Traydon said in a very defensive tone toward me, as though he was trying to claim her.

  "I can take it from here," I said, stepping toward him.

  "No, there is no need. Marissa and I are getting along just fine," he said back to me.

  "Are you defying an order from me, little brother? I am your elder. I am to be king; you will obey me."

  "Yes, I am defying your order. She prefers my company anyway. And since when do you care for being king?!"

  "I doubt that she prefers a little, annoying youngling like you. I am sure that our guest is just being pleasant. Now go along and bother father with another one of your senseless ideas."

  His face turned bright red with anger. His hands balled into fists at his side. He stopped directly in my face and said, "You are going to regret that. You will eat those words."

  "I see what's going on here. Father has told you that he wants me to take Marissa as a wife and make her queen. You think that if you win her affection, she will want to marry you and father will make you king. Only you can think of such an absurd plan."

  "Anything can happen, brother," he said with an angry snarl. Then he stomped off in another one of his silly fits. He had been having them since he was very young.

  He shifted and then flew off into the distance. A fast, angry flying, with reckless abandon. I turned my attention back toward Marissa. Her mouth was wide open.

  "Is it true? The king wants me to be your wife?" she asked.

  "It is true. I only just found out myself. You must believe me. There is no agreement or negotiations for Gladonetics; he only wanted to bring you here so that I can make you my wife. He has chosen you."

  "No! I can't believe this. The nerve of him! Did you know? Did you truly know?"

  "No, I did not. If I had known, I would never have brought you here."

  She got very quiet and I realized that my words came out wrong. I was pretty much telling her that I did not want her. I did want her, but I did not want to be forced to marry anyone. And I did not want her to be forced to marry either. But my words did not come out that way.

  "I want to go home to Earth. I want to go home now," she said as tears spilled from her eyes and she ran away from me toward the rooms of the castle.

  As soon as she said she wanted to go back to Earth, I hurt. I did not want her to go. Though she deserved to because my father had tricked her. All along, I had been restraining my desire for her because I thought that she was my father’s. Now that I knew that she was not, it hit me: I no longer needed to restrain myself. I could have her. I could finally bed the human female that was driving me crazy with lust. But now she wanted nothing to do with me because she was angry at the trick played on her. I would have to have her. She could go back to Earth if she wished, but before she did, she would be mine.

  Chapter 7

  MARISSA VOLANDER

  I paced my room in the castle. It was unbelievable; I had been brought here under false pretense. I had been shipped all the way across the galaxy just to be some sort of fancy, mail-order bride to a prince.

  Yes, I was aware that any female, whether human or Drackon, would love to be a princess, and then queen. But I was not one of them. I had my own life back on Earth that I had worked my ass off for. I was a CEO of a very powerful corporation, a world-changing corporation. I was not going to give that up. Besides, Jarith made it very clear that he did not want me, that the idea of making me his wife repulsed him. It stung.

  Then I remembered my mission. I rummaged through my trunk, taking out a jewelry box. I dumped the jewelry on the table. A velvet pouch with my necklaces fell out. I emptied the necklaces out and then I tucked the velvet pouch into my cleavage, down my corset of my dress. Then I walked out of the room quietly and made my way to the armory. I had a mission, and I was going to see it through even though the trip had not gone according to plan.

  I quietly opened the door to the armory and looked inside. It did not take me long to find what I was looking for. There in the corner next to a shield was a pile of dragon scales. This is what Gladonetics wanted. This material was unlike anything that we had on Earth.

  Ever since we learned of the Drackon existence, we wanted this material. It was completely impenetrable. Nothing could get through it. If we could study the material and replicate it, then it would mean billion dollar contracts with the Earth armies. We could even be equal to the Drackon if it ever came to a battle, which many humans feared as soon as they came into our lives. I grabbed a handful of about thirty or so scales and put them in the velvet pouch. The Drackon had been very secretive about the scales, and had never agreed to let us on Earth have a few for study. They knew how powerful a material it was, and it was theirs. I pushed the scales in the velvet pouch back into my corset.

  "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.