Song of Discord

by D. R. Rosier

  I smiled, “Thank you Lance, it’s good to be here. I do have a statement and then I’d be happy to answer your questions.

  I turned to the cameras, “My name is Melody Smith, and I am a dragon-siren hybrid, half dragon and half siren. Dragons don’t allow half-dragons to live, or to even be born. Not because of prejudice, or they think they’re superior, but because half-dragons have given them problems in the past. I’m here to address that issue. The following words are for my dragon family.

  “First, it’s too late. You missed me as a baby, and now I have the power to fight back. Your so-called law against my kind is moot, and its purpose has already been circumvented. Second, I claim Corpus Christie as my territory. No other dragons will be allowed here, without my express permission as is customary between dragons. Galen was an example, one who hunted me as vermin, and paid the price for it. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t have it, so I killed him.”

  I smiled with a shrug, “That’s the stick, stay out of Corpus Christie, or else. But… I also realize my existence makes you nervous, so I am prepared to hold out this olive branch. I give an oath, on my magic and blood, that I will never have children. Secondly, I give an oath I will not hunt any of you despite your ill-treatment and threat against my life, unless in self-defense.

  “Stay out of Corpus Christie, and we will have a lasting peace for the duration of my life. I am not a threat to you by my own oath, unless you make me so by your actions, and your attacks. That is all I have to say, my deal. Take it or leave it.”

  Lance asked, “Your territory?”

  I smiled disarmingly, “That only counts between dragons, Lance, as you’re well aware. Dragons claim a territory, and I will allow no others in mine. That has no effect on any of the other races be they supernatural or not.”

  Lance cleared his throat, “They missed you as a baby?”

  I tilted my head, “Long ago, thousands of years ago, the dragons bred with the other races. Dragon power and genes breed true and strong. I don’t know the full circumstances of it, but I do know there was a civil war of sorts, and the half-dragons were a true threat. Something to do with the birth rate I think, the natural dragon birth rate is much slower than the other races, which means they were quite outnumbered by half-breeds in a century or two. Since then, it’s been a law of sorts to kill all parties involved in a cross-breeding incident. Mother, father, and child. You could almost make the argument that dragons in truth, are nothing but slithering baby killing cowards, but I’d never actually say that.”

  Lance blanched. Maybe that was uncalled for, but it was true nonetheless.

  I shrugged, “The truth is harsh sometimes. I gave my oaths though, they’re safe from me if they choose to accept it, and my issue will never be born, both by my word and oaths on my very magic. I have no need or desire for revenge for a past I had no part in, and the woman who bore me is already dead for her transgression.”

  Lance recovered, “You tried to talk with Galen?”

  I nodded, “With magic, before the incident at the park. No one would have or could have caught that on camera. I can send that to the station if you wish? I believe my body cam would have picked up our discourse. I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t back off, if he knew my intentions, and my intended oaths. He did not.”

  Lance asked, “Several people reported they were moved during the incident?”

  I smiled, “That was me. They were standing where Galen was going to crash, so I ensured their safety.”

  Lance tilted his head, “Why did you ask for a married man to give this interview?”

  I laughed, “It’s pretty well-known Lance, that a man in a committed relationship is much more resistant against a siren’s lure. The reason should be self-evident, I wanted a real interview, not a young man falling all over himself. It’s not something I can control.”

  Lance nodded, “We know what to expect out of dragons. What can we expect out of a half-dragon?”

  I frowned in thought, “I’m not sure how to answer that question, perhaps you should be more specific. I’m co-owner of a security company with government approval for contracting, and I obey the laws. I won’t be opening up a bar or club as a violence free zone. There are a hundred little things I could say to answer that question.”

  Lance asked, “Do you think this will be effective, will the dragons leave you alone?”

  I sighed, “Good question. Plain thinking dragons who want to live in peace will, but some of them will see me as a thrilling challenge, a great hunt they haven’t had in centuries. If any do come, it won’t be because I’m a half-breed, it will be because they want the challenge of hunting one of their own without the danger of being put down by the rest of them.”

  Lance asked, “Does that put us in danger?”

  “If they do come, I’ll fight them in an area free of humans. I can’t control what others do however, but I don’t think they’d be foolish enough to attack me in the city. Not when they can just call me out. In short, not in danger from me.”

  Lance nodded, “What can you tell us about the incident at the fair?”

  “That investigation hasn’t been officially closed yet. There’s nothing I could tell you, that wouldn’t be self-evident from watching the footage of the incident.”

  Lance said, “We have time for just one more question. Why now, and why here?”

  I replied, “I was in hiding, but I was given a choice to save lives, or to keep my secret and watch a lot of people die at the hands of demons. That wasn’t a choice for me at all. In saving those people, that attracted Galen. It was unplanned, but necessary.”

  Lance smiled, “Thank you. Is there anything else you want to say before we go to commercial?”

  I shook my head, and Lance did the typical channel four sign off.

  Lance said, “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

  “Thanks, you too.”

  I got up and walked off the set. The pessimist in me said it wouldn’t be effective, but I’d had to try. It was who I was, a half siren and half dragon woman, who would be cautious when it came to dragons, but I just couldn’t live with myself if I’d been a coward.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I’d barely gotten into my office, when a blur tackled me to the ground, and I had a petite gorgeous and crazy vampire above me and in my arms. Her soft lips kissed me with passion, and her body melted against mine. She had fair skin, beautiful doe eyes, and long lovely raven black hair. She’d obviously taken off her disguise enchantment as well.

  I kind of knew how she felt, I was happy to be alive, and in her arms. It hadn’t been much of a fight, but it had been incredibly dangerous. If Galen had managed a single coherent thought with magic and will behind it, I’d have been dead.

  “Hi.”

  Lisa grinned, “Hi. That was terrifying, and hot. What am I going to do with you?”

  “Naughty things?” I suggested hopefully.

  Lisa snickered, “Slut.”

  I nodded in agreement, and then kissed her passionately. My heart started to pound, and my body tingled and flushed with liquid heat as I scented her arousal. I used my magic to put a sheet of ice under us, and we fell through it onto our bed upstairs.

  She giggled into my mouth, “Slut.”

  “You said that already, bitch,” I replied, even as we were undressing each other at high speed.

  We were teasing with our words, but at the same time we were both lost in a deep lust and need draped in the strength of our love, a need to reaffirm I was still alive, and we were still together. Life affirming sex wasn’t anything new between us considering our line of work, but it was much more intense that time.

  Which told me she’d been terrified about me fighting Galen, as was I. Usually, against lesser threats, we ran into danger. This had been… different. If I’d been wrong about my siren ability to cancel out his far more powerful advantage on the dragon side, I’d have been dead.

  Her warm supple flesh heated mine, and
our hands wandering each other’s bodies, as we kissed with a consuming heat. My pussy flooded with moisture and my body with burning desire.

  I gasped, as she squeezed my breast, and thumbed my straining nipple.

  She gasped as I returned the favor, and then stated to grind herself along my upper thigh.

  I pulled her legs around me as I sat up, so she was straddling me and our breasts were mashed together. I devoured her with a passionate kiss bordering on desperation, as my hand ran down her body and cupped her mound.

  “You are so wet for me.”

  She sighed softly into my mouth, as I teased her labia apart with a light touch, wetted my finger with her liquid arousal, and slid it inside her hot sex. She ground herself on my hand, and her sweet gasp of pleasure as I curled my finger and massaged her wall sent a thrill down my spine. She was so responsive and sensitive to my every touch and kiss.

  “Who’s the slut now.”

  She replied breathily, “You.”

  I giggled into her mouth, which turned into a sharp gasp as she reached down between our bodies as well, and she slid two fingers effortlessly into my soaked quim.

  “Who’s wet, slut?”

  She had a point, she was wet, I was soaked.

  “Fuck… bitch,” I moaned as her other hand twisted my nipple a she started to finger fuck me and push down on my pleasure button lightly with the pad of her wet thumb.

  I returned the favor, and the sensations of radiating euphoria through my body became too much to kiss with any degree of finesse. Instead, we locked eyes, as she straddled my lap and we both fingered and squeezed each other toward completion. It was so intense, her gorgeous doe eyes were just an inch or two from mine, and mirrored both the transcendent love and the raw lust filled pleasure I felt in my own heart, body, and mind.

  She was achingly beautiful, and sexy beyond belief, as her body reacted to my invading fingers. The sweet sounds of pleasure from her lips, and the lustful adoration in her eyes as we surrendered to our shared pleasure was both life affirming and life altering. She was also my world, the love of my life, and I was her slut. I would be anything for her.

  Maybe she was crazy, and maybe I was too. But she was mine, and I was hers for life.

  “Lisa,” I whispered her name like a prayer, as I crested the wave of euphoria that dropped me into an ocean of blissful ecstasy. The naked vulnerability I felt in that moment, as she looked into my eyes from inches away while my body came undone around her fingers, was mind blowing.

  Her eyes widened, and she cried out my name as her back arched. Her whole body quivered and her pussy milked and squeezed my fingers as she joined me in rapturous bliss.

  The shared moment of euphoric ecstasy seemed to last forever, and it was over far too quickly. At the same time, my body was rocked with the intensely powerful influx of energy my siren side claimed.

  She smiled, “I love you. I’m glad your home.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered, as I tilted my head and kissed her softly, languidly with all the overflowing emotions of love in my heart.

  I pulled out of her as the kiss broke, and then looked into her eyes as I licked my fingers clean.

  She smirked, “Slut,” she accused, but I could see the effect my lewd act had on her.

  I bit my lip, and then claimed another kiss. We made love then, sixty-nine, with me on the bottom. Our tongues and fingers gentle, and loving, as we slowly coaxed each other toward another spectacular finish. It was a pure expression of love, giving of pleasure, and my crazy violent vampire was incredibly gentle and sweet.

  It was pure magic…

  I wasn’t sure where things would go from there. I supposed it didn’t matter, all that mattered was being true to who I was, my morality and beliefs, and being with the people I loved.

  I’d take a stand against another dragon, but I’d run if more than one came. What else could I do? If that happened, I’d fight them from the shadows later, and take care of them one at a time. Once attacked, either that dragon died, or I did. There were no second chances. I gave two oaths, and I claimed a small city that no other dragon would covet. If they came for me, it wouldn’t be because I was a threat, it would be for the thrill of the hunt. That… wasn’t acceptable to me at all, and people that killed for the thrill of it needed to be put down.

  Sure, I enjoyed the thrill of violence, but that wasn’t why I killed, or subdued. I did it because those people were criminals, and it was my job. The thrill was secondary, someone that killed without cause, merely for the thrill of the challenge and kill was a monster.

  I was at peace with who I was, and what I was. I loved Lisa with everything I was, and I cared about Tony a whole lot. The rest would work itself out.

  Afterword:

  I hope you enjoyed the story. This was the fourth and final book in the Melody Smith series. I hope the ending of this series was as satisfying to read as it was to right. It was a bit of a life goes on ending, but also an HEA ending in some sense. Melody is at peace with who she is and her life. It isn’t all perfect, but what is?

  If you can, please take the time to leave a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads.

  About the Author: If you have any comments or suggestions you can send me an email at magicwrtr@gmail.com. I started out posting short stories online and at readers’ requests started to publish them. If you like my work, or even if you don’t, please consider leaving a review of this book.

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