by Stella Sky
"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 of 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.
“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 placed 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.
“Y
ou 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.”
