In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

Tentatively she reached out. His hand was strong and soft, but somehow she imagined that it should be oily for the feelings she felt in her gut.

  Drake pulled her towards the edge of the bed, and as he pulled the silk out of the way he turned around and asked, “Are you hungry?”

  Geneva gawked in awe at the rooms and halls that Drake led her through. He explained to her that she had stumbled onto the entrance to an entire city of dragons, Althelus. He mundanely began talking about the history of the city and other cities of dragon-kind scattered throughout the land.

  Geneva was only halfway listening to him prattle on. Instead she wondered at her own reflection in all of the shining silver and gold and other precious metals. Everything was either adorned in precious metals and jewels, or plush fabrics and furs. She wondered where Cadmus was being kept.

  Every few steps, she found herself reaching out to touch objects, sometimes to feel the strange softness of a fabric and other times to gauge if it could be a possible weapon if she needed one. This strange decadence was something she had never experienced and she wondered if human kings and queens had anything half as extravagant.

  As Drake continued to talk, she noticed that he had a band on his wrist that was similar to the one that Cadmus wore. She wondered if it was also connected to dark magic. Was Drake the dark magician or just another victim, like his brother?

  They arrived at a banquet hall and the sight was so overwhelming it took Geneva’s breath away. The table was laden with more food than she could imagine. Everything glittered. Geneva followed Drake into the room.

  He bowed deeply and motioned towards the table, “Anything you’d like, my dear.”

  *****

  During dinner and her short tour of the keep, Geneva looked for similar gold bands being worn by other dragons. However, no one else wore them, not even the other royals that she was briefly introduced to.

  On the other hand, what she did see was the way that the other dragons looked and acted around Drake. It was the same way that many of the people of Haven had acted when they first moved there, before they realized that they were truly safe from their abusers. To Geneva it was clear that Drake was not a ruler by the choice of his people.

  She understood their unease in his presence. He spoke in half-truths and veiled threats. After a few hours she had a pounding headache from listening to him. Drake noticed and mistook her ailment as fatigue from her recovery rather than something caused by his nauseating presence.

  As he guided her back to her bedroom, Geneva asked, “Would it be possible for me to see Cadmus?”

  Drake shook his head, visibly disgusted by the idea. “Why do you want to see him? He nearly killed you, Geneva.”

  “That was the harpy,” she insisted.

  As they arrived at her door Drake took her firmly in his arms. “Sweetheart, do you think that wasn’t part of his plan? It was staged so that he could escape.”

  “But-”

  Drake held a finger over her lips to quiet her. “Please, don’t get yourself all worked up, you’re still recovering. Just try to relax and get some rest. If you need anything at all just pull the cord next to your bed. An attendant will be there to take care of your every need.”

  Geneva held her tongue and obediently headed into the room. Her mind was working and pondering half concocted plans for getting around Drake.

  Once inside her room, she shut the door behind her and listened as his footsteps reverberated down the hall as he walked away. Geneva then began searching through the drawers of the tables and dressers until she came across stationary and a charcoal stick for writing. On the stationary, she wrote a list of directions.

  Then she sat on the bed and found the braided cord she had been instructed to pull. Within seconds, a secret door opened up in the corner of the room and an attendant walked in.

  The attendant was a very pretty young girl with a plain face and her hair tucked away beneath a bonnet. Geneva smiled and she smiled nervously back.

  “Here,” Geneva said as she handed the note to the girl, “I wrote down what I need so that you wouldn’t have to worry about forgetting anything. It’s just some medicines to help me feel better.”

  The attendant read her note:

  I do not trust Drake. I need to get word to Cadmus.

  If you can help me get word to him or see him, bring me white willow, lemon balm and peppermint.

  If you cannot, bring me wormwood, whiskey and a glass of water.

  The attendant nodded in understanding and curtsied as she responded, “Yes, my lady.”

  “Please, don’t call me my lady,” Geneva stopped her as she turned to leave the room. “My name is Geneva. What is yours?”

  “Opal.”

  Geneva smiled. “Thank you, Opal.”

  She paced anxiously as she waited for the attendant to return. As the minutes ticked by she began to wonder if Opal had turned her note over to Drake. Then again, what if she had been caught? Every worst case scenario began to run through her mind.

  A short while later, Opal returned with a small silver tray that held three ornate bowls, one with white willow, one with lemon balm, and one with peppermint. Underneath the peppermint dish there was a note for Geneva.

  Risky chance you took there asking the attendant for help. I’m being held in the dungeon, but don’t bother trying to break me out. Even if you could, Drake still has control over me. He has a gold band that is identical to mine that he wears. Unless you can get it off of him, there’s nothing we can do. Don’t do anything crazy, okay? He’s much more dangerous than a harpy.

  I’ll be dreaming of your kiss until I can hold you in my arms again.

  Geneva held the note from Cadmus to her heart. She could only imagine what it must be like for him in the dungeon and she tried to keep the image from forming in her mind. She nodded to Opal. “Thank you.”

  Geneva’s mind set to work again as she tried to think up ways to get the band from Drake. He had to have some weakness, something that could distract him or coerce him into removing it so that Cadmus could be freed.

  She began jotting things down in notes. She recorded everything she knew about him, although at this point it wasn’t much. Still, she reached for every detail. There had to be something that was the key to his undoing.

  Eventually, she gave up and threw herself back on the bed and began daydreaming of Cadmus. She thought of the cave when he had ‘attacked’ her. There was something he had said. The words echoed in her mind and suddenly began to make sense to her.

  He’s been watching you.

  *****

  Over the next few days, Geneva had Opal pass notes between herself and Cadmus. She put on her best face and did her best to remain pleasant and tolerant of Drake. He was eager to be in her company, and she begrudgingly allowed him so that he would begin to trust her.

  He doted on her and offered her presents at every opportunity. He tried to joke with her and Geneva forced the stiff laughs out and smiled until her cheeks ached. She even let him hold her hand as they sat in drawing rooms and listened to courtiers play musical instruments for their entertainment.

  The culture of the dragons was truly fascinating, but it was overshadowed by the fear of the dark magician. Under any other circumstances, Geneva imagined that she would actually have enjoyed her time here. As it was, she constantly felt as if she were going to throw up and her head throbbed angrily with headaches. Something about Drake just made her sick.

  Opal brought her strong headache remedies as often as possible, but they did little to relieve the dull aching pain. Geneva informed the attendant that the plan would soon be set into motion. Opal promised to inform Cadmus and Geneva prayed that it would work.

  That evening, after dinner, Drake walked Geneva to her room as he was in the habit of doing. His hand clasped hers as they walked down the hall and she smiled as he prattled on about how much he enjoyed her company and how he thought the world of her.

  When they arrived at her door,
Drake released her hand and bowed deeply. “Goodnight, my dearest Geneva. I hope you sleep well.”

  As he turned away, Geneva grimaced and forced herself to act. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards her. “Actually,” she said, “I was wondering…”

  “Yes,” his face was bright with incredulous joy as he anticipated her request.

  “I don’t sleep so well on my own,” she said bashfully. “Would you find it terribly inappropriate if I wanted to you to sleep next to me? I don’t like being alone.”

  “Of course not,” he insisted, “you have been through so much, my love. If you need me by your side day and night, I am here for you.”

  Geneva forced a grateful smile on her lips. “Thank you, Drake. You have no idea how much it means to me.”

  She opened the door of her room and led him inside. The silk draperies of the bed had been pulled back to make it inviting and Opal had placed fresh flowers on all the tables.

  Drake inhaled deeply as he closed the door behind him. Geneva turned back around to face him and smiled bashfully as he took her hands in his own. The contact made her want to flinch away, but she forced herself to hold steady while Drake spoke.

  “Geneva, you know you are the most precious thing in the world to me. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. It may be sudden, but I want you to know that I’m in love with you.”

  Geneva stiffened. She could feel herself starting to hyperventilate.

  Drake sensed her distress and asked, “Darling, what’s wrong?”

  Geneva took a deep breath and tried her first plan, “It’s just, that band on your wrist. Cadmus had one just like it and it reminds me of him. Could you - I don’t want to be a bother, but would it be possible for you to take it off?”

  Drake hesitated and Geneva tried her persuasion tactic. She leaned in and kissed him. Drake smiled. “Of course my love, it’s only a trinket.”

  He took it off and placed it carefully on the dresser. Geneva smiled with relief and led him over to the bed. “Come, hold me while I sleep.”

  Geneva didn’t sleep a wink. In the wee hours of the night, she heard the soft clicks that signaled Opal entering and leaving the room through the secret passage. It was then that she was able to relax just a little bit. She knew that the band was on its’ way to Cadmus in the dungeon. Once he had it, Drake would hold no more power over him and he would be able to escape.

  A few hours later, Drake began to stir from his slumber. Geneva yawned and turned to face him. Drake propped himself up on his elbow and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “How did you sleep?”

  “Very well,” she lied.

  Drake smiled brightly. “Good. Should I ring for morning tea?”

  Geneva shrugged, “Yes, tea sounds nice.”

  “Good.” Drake pulled the cord and leaned over to kiss Geneva on the forehead. She felt like she needed to bathe now.

  The secret door opened, but instead of Opal, Cadmus walked in bearing the morning tea tray and exclaiming, “Good morning, sunshine!”

  Drake leapt from the bed. “What are you - How are - Why-!”

  Cadmus laughed heartily as he sat the tea tray down. “What’s wrong, Drake? Aren’t you glad to see your brother?”

  “You’re supposed to be locked away! How did you get out?”

  Holding up the pair of gold bands, Cadmus beamed with happiness. “Well once you finally decided to take off that magical collar you put on me, it was easy. Especially since I’m the elder brother. People like listening to what I ask them to do.”

  Understanding seeped into Drake’s face. He turned back to Geneva where she was perched on the edge of the bed. “You,” he pointed an accusatory finger at her, “you tricked me into taking off the band so that you could free him.”

  “Yes.”

  “But why? I’m the one who loves you. I brought you here to be with me.”

  “You sent your brother to destroy my village and then a harpy to destroy him. There’s nothing romantic about that,” she told him.

  Drake stood there, dumbfounded and sputtering. Cadmus snapped his fingers and the bedroom doors opened, a pair of guards entered and took a hold of Drake.

  “Be nice to him,” Cadmus called as they removed his twin from the room. “Don’t spare any of the specialties the dungeon has to offer.”

  When the doors shut behind them Cadmus looked over at Geneva.

  “I told you I was a prince,” he said.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 25/40

  Three’s Company

  The Fantasy

  Our love making was intense. It was passionate. And after seven minutes, it was over and I couldn’t believe that this was my life. I lay there stunned, that once again, Benjamin Blest had taken me to the height of pleasure. A plethora of emotions ripped through me. I would never leave him unsatisfied! Did he even care?

  A loud snore from the other side of the bed gave me confirmation.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. In our California king-sized bed, where moments ago we had just been close, I now felt a void forming between us. It was too early in our marriage for this.

  I crossed my arms and lay back on my pillow. I should just go to sleep, I thought to myself. But desire ached within my soul and I knew that sleep would evade me. I stared with disgust at Ben’s sweaty back and thought about climbing on top of him and suffocating him with my pussy. An evil smile crept across my face as I envisioned myself doing just that. Instead, I quietly crept out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. I ran hot water in the shower and climbed in.

  Water always had a way of soothing and relaxing me. I let the water run over my head, loosening my tight curls. With my eyes closed, I ran my fingers along my body, tracing my curves and the spots that could use more attention. I touched myself, imagining Ben walking into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready for round two as he climbed into the shower with me, but I was too upset with him and the idea only turned me off.

  I turned the shower water cold, then hot again. The fire within me became smaller, but did not go out completely. I climbed out of the shower and onto a soft bathmat, water dripping off of my brown skin. I decided against a towel and returned to the bedroom, climbing into the bed all wet. I hoped that the wetness would disturb Ben, so that he wouldn’t be able to sleep either, but alas, he was knocked out, mouth open, drool on his cheek.

  I rolled my eyes and rolled over, my back facing him, my hands between my legs where it was still warm. In his sleep, Ben wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. I rested my head on his chest as he caressed my wet head. How could I stay mad at the man I loved? I soon fell asleep in his arms.

  Dreams came swiftly and I found myself imagining that I was back in the shower. Ben walked into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready to devour me, but this time, he was not alone. Another man, just as long, just as ready, came in behind him and they stood side by side, saluting me. Ben led the way to the shower, opening the door and climbing in, the other man following his lead. Ben put his lips on mine, kissing with me fiercely, while the other man stood behind me, kissing my neck, his long dick up against my soft butt. When Ben started sucking on my nipples, a moan escaped my lips for I was in heaven.

  I woke up with wetness between my legs and a smile on my face. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Ben looking at me thoughtfully.

  “Good morning, Sunshine,” he said with a smile.

  “Good morning my love.”

  Sun shone through the closed blinds, making Ben’s green eyes bright. Ben caressed my body, tracing his fingers along my hipbone.

  “Someone was having a good dream,” he teased. I grinned at him, biting my lip as I reminisced about the dream. “Damn, that good?” I nodded, yes. Too good to be true. Ben looked like he wanted me to tell him about it, but I didn’t know if I could. “I want to know your fantasies, Mya.” Could he handle my fantasy? That was the question.

  “I had a dream
that I was taking a shower and you came in to join me,” I began, pausing, unsure of how to continue. “But you weren’t alone.” I finished, pulling the cover up over my mouth, watching his reaction intently.

  “Oh? Who was with me?” Ben asked, his smile growing. Mine grew too, because I knew how the story ended.

  “Another man,” I said. Ben’s smile faltered, but to my surprise, it did not vanish.

  “Hmm, very interesting.” Ben continued to look thoughtful, as though he were imagining it himself. “Tell me more.”

  I pulled the cover down and sat up on my elbow, caught off-guard by his interest. I thought that this admission would completely throw him off, but instead, I was the one who was thrown.

  “Really?” I asked, not hiding my surprise. Ben smiled at me encouragingly. I sat up the rest of the way, crossed my legs and told Ben every dirty little detail of my dream. He listened carefully. Ben had always been a very good listener. Much better than I was, and I had always loved that about him.

  I, on the other hand, preferred to talk. When I finished, Ben just stared at me, and I wondered if I had said too much.

  “Who’s dick was bigger?” he finally asked. I laughed and he laughed. What a beautiful laugh. Then his face became serious, “Is that what you want?”

  Afraid to admit it, I merely nodded, my eyes searching his face for a disturbance. He smiled and nodded back. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

  “I love you,” I told him, and I meant it.

  “I love you too,” he said. I leaned forward and kissed him. Ben pulled me on top of him, wrapping his strong, loving arms around me. My arousal from last night returned and I placed what was wet and warm on what was big and hard. Without another word, I slid him inside.

  Finally, I came.

  Ben left shortly after, having to go run his corner of the world. I lay in bed a little longer, enjoying mine. Art had drawn us together, so many years ago. Ben was a photographer and I was a model. You can put two and two together. I was his muse and I made love to his camera. Then I made love to the photographer. Six months later, we were married. Ben was no small time photographer. His work was famous and he’d worked with everyone who was anyone. Through his photography, he had started his own modelling agency and I had become one of his models. From model to muse to marriage, it had all been but a dream. I admired Ben’s ambition.