Shared By The Dragon Clan: The Complete Set

by Rosette Bolter

  “Does it feel better to hold it, or not to hold it?”

  Stacey searched his eyes.

  He abruptly withdrew his hand, and put the gauntlet back on.

  Stacey’s whole body shuddered, trying to interpret the meaning behind this.

  “Every woman’s fate will be different here,” Zane said, as they resumed walking. “But ultimately, it is always up to them, where the path leads.”

  “I just … I think I need to know that you’ll let me go. Even if you just said it, I would feel so much better.”

  “One year is too long a time, for anything to be certain.”

  Stacey bowed her head. He wasn’t going to say it.

  “But perhaps should the time come that you have your freedom, it would be your choice to stay here after all,” Zane mused.

  “And why would that be?”

  “I don’t know. Who am I to understand what a woman might feel?”

  Stacey felt she was about to find out.

  CHAPTER SIX

  By the time they reached the village outpost, the sky was awash with orange and gold. Within an hour or two it would be nightfall. As the path cleared out to reveal the clearing’s shape up ahead, Stacey could see the outlines of dark figures moving about. She noticed herself being drawn closer to Zane at the same time.

  “Where is this?” she asked.

  “It’s just one of a number of outposts our clan has situated here. It is also where I currently reside. Do you see the green tower in the distance?”

  Stacey squinted. “Yes.”

  “That’s my personal quarters. No one is allowed there but myself, or whatever guests I bring to it. My men are on the ground, living in the houses. I know each of them personally, from here to the other outposts, to the centre stronghold where the Dragon King’s palace is.”

  “What is it that you do?”

  “Well, obviously, we are situated where we are to defend against any prominent attacks.”

  “From … The government…?”

  “There are all kinds of creatures who wish us harm,” Zane smiled. “In a world where dragons exist, you can only imagine what other types of characters are lurking in the shadows.”

  “Do these attacks happen often?”

  “Of course not. Our defense is solid.”

  They were now at the edge of the village. Several of the dragon knights emerged from a building a few meters away, each carrying a large medieval weapon over his shoulder. They saw Zane there with her, but did not approach.

  “Tonight, is a very special night,” Zane said.

  “And why is that?”

  “We shall go to the tower together. And we shall make love.”

  A shiver ran down Stacey’s spine.

  “I will also test you out in other ways,” Zane continued. “To unlock your hidden talents. From there I will decide which of my men you would be most compatible with. And then you will be passed along to wed him.”

  “I need to tell you something,” Stacey whispered. “But I’m not sure if now’s the right time.”

  “What is it you wish to say, my Blossom?”

  Stacey swallowed. She worried if she wasn’t convincing enough she would never be given this opportunity again.

  “Do you know about my conviction?”

  Zane nodded. “I read the transfer details.”

  “Did you see what I was convicted of?”

  “You murdered a friend or somebody…”

  “My roommate. Except … I didn’t kill her. I think she killed herself.”

  Zane looked at her carefully. “Why are you telling me this?”

  She took his hand. “You seem really nice. I was hoping that once you perhaps understood that I don’t deserve to be imprisoned here, you wouldn’t force to do things like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like … be someone’s property…”

  Zane’s head tilted back and forth. Stacey had trouble looking him in the eyes.

  “Guilty,” Zane whispered. “Innocent. Whoever you were, are, or going to be. I am your Master. You shall obey me.”

  “Yes, I’m sorry – I just –”

  “The expectation, that an unworthy, sniveling little human, should have the honor of the company of a Dragon Knight – should be viewed, not as a punishment. But as a great, magnificent, honor.”

  Zane withdrew his hand from her grasp.

  “I’ll give you some advice, my Blossom,” he said in a low voice. “And it will be the last time I say it. If you are good to me… If you are good to the man I give you… Then you shall be loved and cherished beyond your wildest dreams…”

  He put a metallic finger underneath her chin and pushed it upward.

  “But if you behave, as though we are ugly, and not worthy of your affections… Then I promise you, your stay here, will be more terrifying than could imagine…”

  “I’m sorry, Master,” Stacey said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  He stared at her deeply. “I know that. But you weren’t thinking about my feelings when you spoke.”

  Zane let her chin go and then she felt his arm around her.

  They walked on.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Side by side they walked through the village before them, without stopping to interact with their surroundings. The knights looked on but they didn’t stare. If any individual knight was interested in Stacey’s beauty, they refrained from letting it show. Stacey felt this might have been more out of respect for their leader than anything else. He hadn’t said it in so many words – but tonight she would belong to Zane – she was his Blossom and he was her Master – and it would be rude to interfere with that. Stacey was through and through, uncomfortable about what was going to take place. Sure enough, Zane was a handsome Adonis – the physical realization of her lifelong ideal man – but then what would she be to him? She didn’t feel attractive because she wasn’t wearing make up, and her hair was still a nightmare, and at the same time there would be the expectation that she would have to please Zane in a specialized manner. Knowing that it would only be one night – that he was not to be her true partner here – seemed to make it even more terror inducing, as it was exciting. Back at home, Stacey had always been a ‘good girl’, never sleeping around, and only had sexual experience from her past two ex-boyfriends. This sex, if it was to take place, would be something she had never experienced before, and she didn’t know if she was ready.

  And on top of all that – this man wasn’t even a man.

  He was a dragon!

  “Don’t look so alarmed, my Blossom,” Zane said as the tower drew near. “I’m not going to force myself on you. We’ll take it as slow as we need to.”

  Stacey’s face flushed. “Thank you.”

  She caught Zane looking at her. “Thank you, Master,” she corrected.

  Zane smiled. “Try not to think about it. We have a whole evening ahead of us.”

  “We do?”

  “I’ll show you around the tower. Get ourselves both relaxed. And then you will be my date for dinner, and the entertainment.”

  “Where’s that happening?”

  “I am the Head Dragon Knight. I eat in the King’s palace. You shall dine with me there.”

  “Alright…”

  They were almost at the tower now. Knowing that their lovemaking wasn’t going to happen until after the evening’s festivities, made Stacey feel more relaxed. She wondered what food would be served there. Did dragons eat normal food?

  Zane stood in front of the tower’s wooden door and held it open for Stacey to enter. Her feet soon came into contact with a soft purple rug on the base of the floor. Opposite her there was a glass door which led on to a living room of sorts. There was another door which was open to the side, that led up to the winding staircase above.

  “You may go through there,” Zane said indicating to the living area. “I’ll be with you in one moment. Help yourself to fruit or wine.”

  Stacey smiled
nervously, and Zane brushed past her in the direction of the stairs. She continued on to the room opposite.

  Through the glass door Stacey’s eyes feasted on the lavish furniture beyond it. She didn’t really know the textures and designs well enough to give an accurate description of it – only to say that it looked futuristic and expensive. There was clear marble around the sofa and arm chair’s edges, and the cushioning was a brilliant green. Turning her direction to the wall opposite, there were a series of large glass panels which offered a window into a greenhouse at the back of the tower. She stared into it for a few minutes, watching various birds flying about inside – their diverse colors almost eclipsing those of the plants. She smiled, a genuine smile, and quickly put a hand to her mouth. She knew that Zane wanted her to forget she was their captive, but to do that meant giving up her identity, innocence, and freedom. She would be his for now, and as he wanted her. But she would not give him everything that was inside.

  Stacey turned to the sofa and sat down on it, eyeing the bowl of fruit on the table. It was comforting in a way to know that dragons ate something as pure as fruit. She had a momentary vision of them tearing apart human flesh and bones – as though they were monsters. And not mystical beings.

  Zane appeared through the glass door. He had taken off all his armor and was wearing a shimmering green suit that’s glow vibrated across the room.

  He smiled at her.

  His eyes were seductive.

  “We talked about your artistic talents before,” he said moving towards the cabinet behind her. “Perhaps you’ve had more time to think on that.”

  “I’m really not sure,” Stacey mumbled.

  “Did you ever do any drama when you were at school? Performing arts? Acting?”

  “No,” Stacey replied.

  Zane returned from the cabinet with a glass of white wine for each of them. He sat next to her and they clinked glasses.

  They drank.

  “What about painting? Or photography? Anything of a visual medium?”

  Stacey shook her head.

  “Were you a writer? A whimsical poet? Spinner of words and rhymes?”

  “I’m sorry,” Stacey said.

  “Oh well.” Zane put his glass down on the table. Stacey put hers down too.

  He stared at her intently.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked, trying not to laugh.

  “Will you do me a favor?”

  Stacey swallowed. “Okay.”

  “I want you to sing to me.”

  Her eyes bulged. “What?”

  “We dragons, we do as we please,” Zane said. “I can have you, or any other girl, as soon as I desire. But in our power, there’s a deep loneliness. A lack of being able to connect with one another. I have a heart, but through the day to day hardships, it’s sometimes hard to remember what it is to use it. You see me looking at you now. And I know you are so gorgeous and beautiful. But I can’t feel you. I can’t feel anything. I’m so numb. So … Sing to me. Make me feel something…”

  Stacey closed her eyes. “What shall I sing?”

  “Make something up.”

  Intellectually, in her mind, she knew how easy it was to rationalize this was not something to do. It was too hard. She had no practice in it.

  But Zane here, he was moving her. He was pushing aside her doubts and concerns. He was reaching into her psyche, that her mental resistance all but fell away. She didn’t know what words to give him that were inside her, but that wasn’t important.

  She knew that now, because Zane had told her.

  The words were there.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Just as Zane had claimed Stacey’s singing voice would make him vulnerable to her, now she felt even more vulnerable to him. The words coming out of her, almost bringing tears to her eyes, as she reflected on her life past and the current state of affairs. It was true, that even while she had always seen herself as being a happy, easy going person, her wrongful arrest and conviction had brought forth a sudden wave of horror that she didn’t know how to handle. All she wanted from Zane now was that he would protect her. She knew there was good in him, and she felt that even with her singing that somehow the pair of them could fall in love with one another. Zane was her key. Not just to finding love and protection here – but ultimately, he was her key to freedom. If he would love her then, and see the world from her point of view, he would be disgusted by the injustice dealt to her. She knew as superficial as people could be, most would still be able to feel for her. So she sung her heart out to Zane, because she wanted him to feel.

  Before the song was finished and Stacey had opened her eyes, Zane’s lips were pressing against hers. Kissing gently.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, shifting away from him.

  But Zane’s body had taken her over and it was the last bit of resistance she would give him. His left hand was underneath her, pulling her towards him. His hips had settled into hers and now they were in the desired position. Stacey’s eyes were open enough to see the determination in Zane’s. His lust, the need to have her, had possessed him completely. Stacey’s own mind caved in response, and their petting intensified. In quick ferocity he kissed the sides of her neck, underneath her chin, her ears and cheeks. She felt him, all over her. With his pelvis grinding into her, she flushed red and went wet below, lost in the rhythm.

  Then air.

  Coldness.

  He had stood up from the couch to stare her down.

  “On your knees, Blossom,” he said in a low voice.

  Stacey sat up and looked anxiously at the ground in front of him.

  “Bow before me.”

  Stacey climbed off the sofa and crouched on the floor, looking up at his knees.

  As her eyes reached his trousers, his voice rang sharply.

  “Suck my cock.”

  It wasn’t a request.

  Stacey knelt upward and began to undo his leather belt from the pants. Eventually they came loose and dropped to his ankles. She pulled back his briefs and took hold of the penis residing within. It was hard, thick and continuing to swell. Stacey saw beyond the redness of the head, a mass of green veins had sprouted. If she wasn’t so turned on by it, she might have been afraid. It was the biggest dick she’d ever held in her life.

  She wrapped her hands around it, and slowly pulled it back and forth. She looked into Zane’s eyes for a moment, trying to engage with him. There was a sadness to them, Stacey was sure she could see it. But in front of that, his resolve was as sure and deadly as the edge of a sword. She looked back down a moment, and then opened her mouth.

  She submitted to his command.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The blowjob lasted a couple of minutes. After that, Zane decided he’d had enough and pushed Stacey’s mouth away, with a hand on each cheek. She looked up at him, batting her eyes, unsure of how to proceed next.

  “Stand up,” Zane ordered.

  Stacey climbed to her feet, looking at him meekly.

  “Take it off.”

  Stacey’s removed her arms and pulled the gown up over her head. She was just in her underwear now.

  “All of it.”

  Her lips curved inward. Still, she continued to satisfy his demands.

  “Now take mine off.”

  Stacey moved towards him and knelt to his feet. She removed the trouser legs from each ankle, and stood up to confront his chest. Her fingers slipped underneath his shirt and she pulled it over him. As it hit the floor, Zane took her in his arms.

  Pressed against his rock hard chest, Zane’s mouth was buried in Stacey’s hair. It felt awkward standing there naked with him, so she tried to back away a little. She guided him onto the floor with her. Soon enough once there, he flipped her on her stomach and spread her butt cheeks apart. No sound. No hesitation. He gently eased his way inside her, and a shot of pleasure rocked her insides.

  “Oooh,” she exclaimed.

  His hands felt harsh against her smooth skin,
and his delicateness seemed to be rapidly on the fall. They move across her buttocks and underneath her belly, as he continued to thump her, harder and harder. He took hold of her breasts, his fingers caressing her nipples. She moaned, howled, let all her excitement out. He wasn’t moaning, but his breathing was loud. It wasn’t just the physical work out that was making him tired – by the sound of it there was a vicious hunger that owned it. He sounded like he was chasing something. She heard his teeth chomping down together and then all at once his hands became warmer.

  As did his legs pressed up against her.

  And his cock inside her.

  Stacey turned to look behind her and saw that his skin was now green, and it had a different texture. He was so warm against her, inside her, that it almost hurt now. His breaths became stifled roars and while she was too afraid to look back again, she could feel his fingers had now become claws.

  He was shifting.

  Shifting during sex.

  And despite the pain and outrageousness of it, Stacey loved the sensations more for it. The sex had taken on a whole other shape. A whole other meaning.

  A whole other experience.

  As he held her face down to the floor and shot his load inside her, she didn’t just feel his orgasm between her legs, but it was in her arms. Her back, her stomach. As she moaned and breathed in sync with him, she could feel it there too.

  There were no other words for it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Once he had withdrawn himself from her, Zane abruptly left the room. His treatment of her after what they had just experienced together, left Stacey feeling used and rejected. She sat up, angry with herself that she experienced the pleasure in such the way that she did. Her body had betrayed her. After all… What had just happened between her and Zane? Did he not love her now? Was this part of just testing her out? For the others?

  Oh no… she thought.

  Then became angry again.

  “Get it together,” she whispered to herself.