Shared By The Dragon Clan: Part Four

by Rosette Bolter

  Zane’s eyes trailed off. He looked at the ground. “Give me a moment.”

  He then walked over to where Stacey was. He took her hands.

  There were tears in his eyes.

  “Would he beat you?” Stacey asked. “If you fought him?”

  Zane looked over his shoulder. “I’ve never fought a Dragon Master before.”

  “Then you shouldn’t fight him.”

  Zane seemed satisfied with Stacey’s answer. He turned back to Nasres.

  “This girl, is not a whore,” he declared. “She was wrongfully convicted of a crime she was innocent of and sent to us as punishment.”

  “She’s human. All humans are whores.”

  “I will agree to your terms but you have to make sure Stacey is released from her imprisonment. You have to guarantee the humans will no longer want to arrest, convict or pursue her for anything to do with her crime. She needs to be set free.”

  “Oh, Master,” Stacey gushed in bewilderment.

  Narses took a step towards them. “And then you will marry Evelyn?”

  Zane nodded. “I will.”

  “And you won’t come running after this human again?”

  “Correct.”

  “Then we have a deal. I will organize transportation off the Island for the human in the morning. Until then, she will be isolated from you.”

  “Absolutely not. She stays with me until I see the paperwork regarding her release.”

  “Very well. Make sure you’re both at the Palace tomorrow morning. If you try and escape – I’ll make sure you’re both hunted down and killed. So don’t try me.”

  Seemingly annoyed with the exchange, Narses gave a sharp boot to Conrad’s head and it landed across the room with an unpleasant thud. He then turned and went through the doors outside.

  Stacey turned to her beloved. “So what’s going to happen now, Master? Are we going to go along with everything he said?”

  “Which would you prefer?” Zane shot back. “To be together with me, and be on the run? Or to have your old life back where you’d know you’d be safe?”

  Stacey couldn’t answer right away.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Master,” she said, “I’m not feeling very well. Can we go outside for a bit?”

  “In the rain?” Zane replied. He then saw where her gaze was headed.

  Conrad’s corpse was making her queasy.

  “Outside it is then.”

  Zane put his arm round Stacey for comfort, and she nestled into his warmth, whilst bracing for the harsh return of cold outside. They walked out the door together and Zane closed it behind them.

  The overhead storm was thankfully beginning to clear. The rain was constant, but light.

  “The truth is I can’t leave this decision up to you,” Zane finally said. “I know what needs to happen.”

  “What?” Stacey asked. “What needs to happen?”

  “If we ran, we’d be found. Because I know I wouldn’t stop searching for a way back into the Clan. It’s my home. It’s where I belong. I can’t live without it. The problem is that even if I were to expose the cover up with Horatio, it wouldn’t matter. They’d still want us dead for trying to escape now.”

  Stacey sat down on the dirt. She realized she was crying. “But I don’t want to lose you. You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met before.”

  “That’s because I’m not a man,” Zane said, sitting beside her.

  “I don’t know. Maybe if there’s some other way or… Unless you want to marry the Princess…”

  “What? No. It’s just what Narses wants.”

  “And you trust him? After he killed Conrad right in front of you?”

  “He’s a Dragon Master. Trust isn’t what matters. I know if we try and escape now we’re likely to fail. As it was – we couldn’t last more than a day before they found us already.”

  “I suppose that’s true,” Stacey laughed.

  “You don’t need me in your life. You’ll meet someone you’ll like. Just you see.”

  Stacey smiled a little. “I’ll never forget you.”

  “And I’ll never forget you.”

  Stacey stood up and put her arms around him. And even though the cold of rain was brittle, and the darkness of the night was impossibly sad, for Zane and Stacey in that moment…

  All they could feel was each other.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  There was a portal to the otherworld on Firebound Island. Neither Zane or Conrad had known about it – nor did the true Horatio Horux or any of the Dragon Masters. It was built in secret by the Human Mage, whose real name was Professor Patrick Hess. Hess had built it for a specific dragon he was trying to summon, one who had died centuries ago, and was considered to be the most feared and powerful dragon who had ever lived.

  In recent months, Hess had miraculously made contact with this dragon, or at least one who claimed to be the infamous Quraal. Quraal had been the one who had instructed him to bring King Horatio to this portal, where he was consumed by its darkness and a new Horatio had returned in his place. One of Quraal’s minion’s programmed to do whatever was required. Hess didn’t know what the end to Quraal’s plan was, only that he had been promised to be greatly rewarded in Quraal’s return to the human world.

  Now he had been dismissed by Narses however, Hess’s mission was in jeopardy. Having already told Quraal that Zane was dead, as Quraal for some reason considered Zane a threat, the anger from the underworld dragon was likely to be black and harrowing. Still, Hess had nowhere else to turn, and as angry as he might be at the bad news, Quraal still needed him. For the time being at least.

  The portal itself was located in a dark an isolated clearing in the deepest recesses of the forest. While it would’ve taken many hours to reach there on foot, the Mage was able to cast a teleportation spell to land him in the centre of it. Three large, triangular stones, stood tall around the inner circle of the portal. As Hess crouched in the centre of it, the stones began to flicker with fiery light.

  And now, he could see the black dragon standing on the other side, its bright red eyes and teeth sparkling at him from within the shadows.

  “Hess. I wasn’t expecting you,” Quraal murmured in a low voice.

  “Master, I have troubling news, I’m afraid.”

  “Then speak, and let me be the one to shoulder your fears.”

  “Conrad Hunter, brother of Zane, lied to me when he said he had killed Zane. Now Zane is here with his human slave, and they are in conversation with Master Narses, who wants to make one of them King. He has expelled me from the Clan. No reason given.”

  “That is troubling news. But you should not fear my anger.”

  “Thank you. I … I tried my best for you…”

  “And I am not such a fool that I don’t believe you. Your loyalty has been deeply appreciated.”

  “Well, thank you again. What can we do about this now?”

  “I am not ready to return yet. It is not the right time. Zane must be dead before then. He is incredibly dangerous. Far more powerful than even he realizes.”

  “So you want me to try and kill Zane? Sneak into his sleeping quarters tonight and –”

  “You would fail should try.”

  “I could cast a paralysis spell on him. He wouldn’t even have to wake up.”

  “This cannot lead back to you, Mage. Not if you are to be King of this Island. No. Narses will be the one to kill him. And it will happen tomorrow. If you do exactly as I say.”

  “Whatever you wish, Master,” Hess said. “I will do anything you ask me to.”

  “Tomorrow, you will find Zane and Narses both at the Palace together. His slave as you call it, will be of great use to us here…”

  CHAPTER NINE

  They flew above the warehouse station. Beyond the KEEP OUT gates. Over the first outpost. Zane’s green tower was right there in front of them. For Stacey looking at it now, she couldn’t help but feel the sadness. This would be her last night in thi
s magical place. Her last night with the dragon she loved.

  At least, for now.

  They landed in the grass in front of it and they surveyed the exterior of it together. It was so dark. So lonely. The day Stacey had come here seemed like a far away dream. So much had changed for her since then.

  Now that Zane had shifted back to his human form, he approached the tower and opened the door. He put his hand to the candle near the wall, and it burned up a green glow brightly.

  The place was trashed. Ransacked. Various objects were smashed and scattered around every part of the floor. Zane seemed deeply troubled by the loss of these artifacts. Stacey put a hand to his shoulder.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “I never expected to have any of this stuff back anyway.”

  The glass door opposite them was partially smashed. Behind the door the sofa was turned over and the marble table with the fruit split in two. Stacey looked through the panels to the tower’s aviary, but there were no birds to be seen.

  Zane moved round to put the couch in an upright position. “Come sit with me, Blossom,” he said.

  She complied and he cradled her.

  “Perhaps I should see if I can fetch a dress from upstairs,” Zane remarked. “You are so cold.”

  “Not when I have you to warm me,” Stacey said.

  He stroked her head. “You know I’m going to really miss you.”

  “I’ll miss you too,” Stacey said. “But at least you’ll have your Princess.”

  “I don’t know her.”

  “You haven’t known me for very long either.”

  “What happens between us, Blossom, never happens to me.”

  “And you still can’t think of a way we can stay together?”

  “If Narses wants his daughter as the Queen here, there is nothing I can do.”

  “What if … He didn’t want that. Or maybe she didn’t want that. Maybe you could do something really gross when you see her and it would turn her off. So you wouldn’t have to go through with it.”

  “Narses would just find another man to marry her then. And probably come after my head.”

  “Right…”

  “You want something to hope for, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Of course I do.”

  Zane fell silent a moment.

  “If I were to find the true Horatio Hurux, and brought him before the other Dragon Masters, then I wouldn’t have to marry her because I wouldn’t be king. He would be.”

  “Why don’t you do that then? Go and find him.”

  “Hmm…”

  Zane stood up. “I’d have to find the Mage. Get the truth from him.”

  “Now you’re thinking!”

  Zane smiled at little. “Come here, Blossom.”

  She stood up from the couch and he wrapped his thick arms around her.

  “I think I see a plan now for how this is going to work.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Stacey beamed.

  “Of course it’s very dangerous. I wonder if I might begin it after you are sent back home. That way at least if it didn’t work then I’d know you were safe.”

  Stacey lowered her eyebrows. She was less enthused with that proposition.

  “What?”

  “I want to be near you,” Stacey said. “That’s the only way I know that I’m truly safe.”

  Zane blinked. “We should wait till tomorrow at least. Try to get some sleep in while we still can.”

  “You see?” Stacey said. “It would have been so silly for me to put on a new dress.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I can’t wear it when we fuck, can I?”

  Zane lowered his eyes seductively. “You really know how to sweep a dragon of his feet.”

  They both laughed at his joke.

  Then it was time for sex.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Zane took hold of Stacey’s waist and gently lifted her back onto the sofa. He ripped his shirt from his body whilst she struggled with his pants. As soon as they were off and his penis was exposed, she took hold of it in her hands and began to massage it back and forth. By Zane’s numbed expression, Stacey could already tell he was enjoying it.

  For her, she wanted the sex between them this time to be different. No problems with his ferocious dragon popping out, no hassles about Zane’s dislike of her, just pure rich and beautiful sex. While she pondered these emotions inside of her Zane guided his penis into her mouth and she graciously sucked the head of it.

  As she did so, Zane put his hands through her hair and massaged her skull up and down over his shaft. Then without warning, he withdrew himself and dived down to the floor to return the favor.

  Stacey’s vagina was already moist before Zane got there, but with barely a few kisses and licks of his tongue and she was, unashamedly, hot and sticky. Zane of course, didn’t care about that. That was exactly how he wanted her.

  His tongue peeled the insides of her, opening her up, exposing all that was her. Stacey leant back further into the soft part of the couch and let her legs wrap a bit tighter around Zane’s head. He strummed his tongue further inside her, and then, unexpectedly, dived right into her asshole to eat that too. This alarmed Stacey as she’d never had a guy eat her ass before, and Zane wasn’t even being discreet about it. This for him, was all perfectly normal, and made Stacey realize how much he cared about her pleasure during sex, compared with his own.

  After the sensations left Stacey being hit with surge after surge of orgasmic clusters, she opened her mouth to squeal in delight, just as he entered her with his cock. The thrusts came in well timed, the way his cock dragged its way back out of her each time causing as much stimulating impact as the train crash penetrations. It was in these moments that she knew she was having sex with a dragon and not a man, for no man would ever fuck her this way. It was as if he knew exactly what her body wanted, when it wanted it, and he responded to that.

  Zane leant in to kiss her with his mouth open, to finally increase the feelings of intimacy. She looked into his eyes, so beautiful and divine, and couldn’t help but smile at the awesomeness of it all. He gripped her breasts, played with them, caressed them, made them feel aware of him, as he moved to her ears so she could hear his heavy breathing. Stacey put her hands through his hair, and let him keep on fucking her, with a more fluent motion. She then realized his penis was becoming quite hot.

  “Careful,” she said. “You have to control it.”

  His eyes moved back to hers. And he stared deeply into her face.

  “I am controlling it,” he whispered.

  And while the penis was quite hot, she felt that it was burning her at the moment, and in essence was making herself even hotter. And even more prone to orgasm.

  “Holy shit,” Stacey whispered.

  “What is it?”

  “I think I’m going to cum before you do.”

  “That’s okay,” he said.

  And Stacey was feeling it.

  She was fucking feeling it.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she moaned. “Back up.”

  “What? Why?”

  She pushed him off her in time as she squirted outward and upward, her whole body shaking like it was just coming off an epileptic fit.

  “Fuck,” she cried. “Fucking hell.”

  “Looks like I’m bringing the she-dragon out of you,” Zane mused.

  “You’re bringing fucking something.”

  “Should I keep going?”

  “Yeah,” Stacey said. “Just keep doing it this way. I’m still going a little bit. It would be awesome if you could cum now too.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” Zane mumbled, as if no one had ever asked him that.

  A few more good thrusts inside, and she felt his juices gush into her. Stacey let go the final part of her orgasm and together they came together, and for the first time ever, the sex they had was bliss.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  As morning sunlight drifted into the roof of the aviary and throug
h the glass panels, Stacey wanted to keep her eyes closed so she could have this moment in Zane’s arms forever and ever.

  For all the hopes and aspirations they had shared the previous night, it was the morning that would hold the final truth for them.

  She was almost unaware when Zane rolled out from underneath her, but he did not let her lie in slumber a moment longer. “Come on, my beloved,” he said. “There is much work to be done.”

  He led her upstairs and retrieved another beautiful dress, this one orange and red. The embroidery was rich, encrusted with jewels, and so soft to touch. She did wonder though if it was real as it was, or if he had merely enchanted another pile of rags to create this.

  Stacey turned now wearing it, and looked to Zane who was standing near the window they had first jumped out of together. Zane saw where Stacey was looking and acknowledged the remembrance. Stacey wondered if they would jump out of there again, but as soon as her interest with the window became apparent, Zane was made to feel uncomfortable. He stepped away from it and motioned for her to go back down the stairs with him.

  Outside the tower, Zane shifted into his dragon form and helped Stacey onto his back. From there they lifted off the ground and soared into the skies, on their way to the Palace again.

  Stacey knew inside herself, she was worried. Maybe not for the deadly implications of the circumstances that had unfolded, but with Zane’s obvious lack of confidence in the matter at hand. It was great that he was going to try and do something, but that he didn’t have his arms wrapped around it, in full control of the situation, was nerve-racking. Stacey wanted to give more in the way of assurance to him, so she in turn could feel more assured, but the truth was bare for both of them to see – they didn’t know what was going to happen to them.

  Soon the Palace’s glorious structure caught Stacey’s gaze on the horizon. The sun was out now, and radiant as ever – last night’s storm completely passed. She knew by its heat it would be a hot day for the island, and wondered what the dragons did to stay cool. She pictured them all lining up to swim in the ocean – or perhaps the Palace had pools where they rested.