Anya's Dragons

by Gabriella Bradley

  “Ha! What would you know of love? You’ve been sheltered your whole life. Come here.”

  He stepped toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. He wasn’t a big man. He wasn’t much taller than she was, but he was a royal guard and due to his training, very strong. She tried to wriggle loose, but failed.

  “Look at you. How can you display yourself like that while you’re still a virgin! You’ll wed me, Princess! And I’ll make sure it happens, right here, right now!”

  He threw her to the ground, pinned her legs beneath him and held her arms above her head, then he tore her gown from neck to hem, the fragile material easily giving way under his assault. Shame flooded her as she lay exposed and witnessed the crazed, hateful lust in his eyes.

  Anya opened her mouth to scream, but he clapped a hand over her lips. He let go off her wrists and in a flash produced a dagger. “Don’t scream. I’ll slit your throat.”

  “I wouldn’t be much good to you dead,” Anya said when he removed his hand.

  He forced her legs apart, drool dripping from his slack lips.

  “You would dare lay hands on the princess,” Cyton’s dragon voice thundered.

  Yerith plucked the man off her as if he were nothing but a pesky spider.

  Dangling from Yerith’s hand, Sorlos tried to use the dagger but his thrusts only met air.

  “What do you want us to do with him,” Cyton asked while helping her to her feet. He picked up her fallen cape and draped it around her.

  Anya had never felt such disdain for one of her people. “Let him go. He’ll never be a member of the royal guard again. That’s his punishment. He can go work for his father.”

  “You’ll pay for this, Anya,” Sorlos snarled.

  “Princess, are you sure you want us to let him go?” Yerith asked.

  “Yes. Set him free.” Looking at the man her father had chosen for her, she shuddered then said, “Sorlos, you are never to set foot on royal property again or you’ll face death. Is that understood?”

  He didn’t answer. Yerith set the man on his feet. Straightening his shoulders, Sorlos turned his back on them and walked toward the courtyard.

  “You should have had us throw him in the dungeons, Anya. I think the man poses a danger. You’re going to make me your royal advisor, then you should heed my warnings,” Cyton said in a stern voice. “He was ready to take you by force.”

  “He was under the impression that by doing so, it would force me to enter into a union with him.”

  “That man was your betrothed?” Yerith asked, shaking his head.

  “Yes. This is the second time in my life I’ve met him and he produced the same revulsion within me as I felt the first time.”

  “Your father would have forced you to marry him against your wishes?”

  “Yes. That was the law, the way of our people. Take notice. I said, was.”

  “You mentioned in your speech you were going to change the laws. It’s a good thing,” Cyton said.

  “I think I’d like to retire. This little drama has drained me.”

  “Anya, we need to train you, teach you to defend yourself—although soon you’ll be able to shift. As dragoness, you’ll be very strong. You’ll also have magical abilities,” Yerith told her.

  “I wouldn’t mind learning to wield a sword and a knife. I always wanted to learn, but of course, it was unheard of for a girl to even look at a sword, let alone hold one.”

  They escorted her back to her quarters and took up their posts outside her door. Anya closed the door and dropped the cape on the floor. She removed the tattered dress and threw it aside then took off her sandals. As she lay on her bed, she looked at the gossamer curtains billowing into the room. A cool breeze whispered into the room and caused her to sit upright. She hadn’t yet gathered a royal guard, nor guards for the palace walls. Not that she feared invasion, but Cyton was probably correct in his assessment of Sorlos. The palace gates were not closed either. Sorlos could enter her chamber while she slept. She jumped off the bed and opened the door.

  “Cyton, Yerith, I need you to stay with me tonight. There are no guards on the walls and the gates are open. Tomorrow, Yerith, you need to assemble a royal guard and hire guards for the palace and the walls. We need to keep the gates closed. Cyton was right. I can’t trust Sorlos.”

  They joined her and sat on the bed with her. “You’ll share my bed tonight. I will not have you sleeping on the floor.”

  She lay in the middle of the bed against the pile of silk pillows and watched them remove their boots, their loincloths and braces. Cyton leaned his axe against the bed before he sat beside her and Yerith did likewise with his massive hammer.

  “Are you all right, Anya?” Yerith asked and played with her hair.

  “Yes, I’m fine now I have my men with me.”

  Cyton moved closer and reached for her breast. He tweaked her nipple hard causing her to yelp. “That hurts.”

  “I’m sorry.” He bent down and sucked the offended nipple. She arched her hips when her pussy pulsed. Yerith tackled her other nipple. They squeezed and massaged her breasts until she could barely stand the pleasure knifing through her. Yerith let go off her breast and knelt between her legs. His chest glittered gold as did his face and his cock was huge. Thrill upon thrill crept to her throat, through her belly, as he parted her folds and ran his fingers up and down her slit. Cyton’s fingers traced the curve of her breasts, first one, then the other. He sucked each nipple in turn until they were huge and hard. His lips sought hers and she parted them eagerly. He touched her lips gently, caressing them, then licking them sensually with his dragon tongue. His face was silvery. Like Yerith, his cock was fully erect and throbbing. It was at least as thick as her forearm. She reached for it and ran her fingers along the protruding veins. She didn’t want to help him come, not yet. Let them tease her first—tantalize her, until the heat within her turned into an inferno.

  Yerith’s finger pushed into her. She lifted her hips eagerly. “Yes, oh yes, it feels so good,” she whispered pulling away from Cyton’s searching tongue, but he soon claimed her lips again, silencing her, as he probed inside her mouth with his forked tongue. Yerith entered her with more fingers and swirled them inside her vagina. She lifted her hips, wanted him to pump those fingers. Her pussy stretched, she came, her juices spilling. Yerith’s face was between her legs slurping her juices, his tongue licking her slit clean, probing between all her folds, curling around her clit.

  Cyton sat up, threw a leg over her and leaned forward, dangling his cock near her lips. It was too big. It would never in a million years fit in her mouth, but she could play with it. She licked the glittering head, the enormous slit and poked her tongue inside it. To her surprise, her tongue slid inside the hole easily. This turned her on even more. Yerith’s finger entered her anus. He dug deep inside the anal passage and at the same time entered his fingers into her vagina.

  Strange sensations shot through her suddenly. Her body changed, her skin sparkled and bathed them in a strange glow that seemed to emanate from her. Oh Goddess, it’s me. My magick is awakening. When Cyton moved aside and Yerith flipped her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees, Cyton slid beneath her until his cock touched her vagina. She spread her legs as far as possible. Yerith’s cock was poised at her anus. She moaned as he pushed. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt. In a haze, she noticed that her arms were bigger, she’d gained muscle, her hair cascading to Cyton’s chest was a silvery white. “I’m shifting,” she whispered. “Goddess, I’m shifting.”

  She knew then why she could take their cocks. How did she stop from shifting completely? She didn’t have time to think about it as Yerith pushed hard and entered her. It did hurt a bit, but nothing like she’d expected. As a mortal, he could never have entered her there. He would have torn her.

  “Now, Cyton. Take her now,” Yerith shouted in his dragon voice.

  Cyton pushed up against her vagina. Using his cock, Yerith pushed her down until Cyton filled
her. Her vaginal walls stretched, her juices spurted and lubricated them both. Taking her hips, Yerith lifted her and pushed her down hard onto Cyton’s cock. She felt the tearing of her barrier. They both stopped for a few moments.

  “Are you all right, baby?” Cyton asked. “Did I hurt you?”

  “A little, but I’m fine. Fuck me. Please, fuck me hard.” Her voice had changed—still a female voice, but much deeper and huskier. Cyton grabbed her breasts. Yerith moved her hips as he fucked her ass at the same time pushing her up and down on Cyton’s cock.

  “Let us know when you want to rest, love. We can keep going a very long time while half dragon. And let me tell you, your dragon is breathtaking. Enough to drive us insane with lust for you,” Cyton said.

  “How about a different position now,” Yerith said while pulling out of her.

  Cyton sat up against the pillows and turned her around, her back to him. He pushed into her asshole then spread his legs so Yerith could spread hers. It was his turn to fuck her pussy. He sat between her legs. Her heart hammered while he cleansed his cock slowly, each stroke of the cloth tantalizing. He threw the cloth aside and closed in on her waiting and wanting vagina. He shoved into her with one thrust.

  “You both look magical,” she said in between heavy breaths. She climaxed and let out a loud yell, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. For a second it fascinated her as she watched its pink fork. A white mist came from between her lips. Yerith inhaled deeply.

  “Oh, baby, give us some more of that,” he said hoarsely.

  She had no idea where it had come from. Parting her lips, she blew and again a white mist wafted toward Yerith. Cyton massaged her breasts and held her nipples. “I want some of that,” he said.

  Anya leaned her head against his chest and turned, trying to look up at him. She blew and watched the mist surround his face. He inhaled deeply. “Yes, yes, yes!” and they both shuddered deeply. She knew they were going to come and felt her stomach on fire as they brought her to heights she could never have imagined. “Yes, fuck me hard. Come for me, now!” she uttered and more of the mist escaped her lips.

  Their breathing calmed, their cocks became flaccid. They pulled out of her and lay quietly. She could hear their dragon hearts beating. She rolled off Cyton and got off the bed.

  “I want to see,” she said, her voice still low and husky. Standing before the mirrors, she could hardly believe the reflection was her. Her entire body glittered with sparkly white scales. She was much larger, quite muscular, her face was silvery, and her hair wasn’t only thicker but was as white as snow. While she stood there, her skin slowly became its normal ivory color and her body shrank. It felt weird. The glow still surrounded her when she returned to the bed and joined the men. She lay between them.

  “I gave you my virginity,” she said softly, her voice back to normal.

  “You did, and we thank you. It’s the greatest gift a woman can give a man,” Cyton said.

  “I gave it to your dragons. You were both half dragons.”

  “So were you, baby, and what an astonishing beautiful dragon you are,” Yerith said. “There are many colored dragons but I’ve never seen a pure white one before.”

  “I thought you said you could do this for a long time?”

  “Not when you start breathing your pheromones all over us,” Cyton said, laughing.

  “Is that what that white mist was?”

  “Yes.”

  “And what about the glow? What was that?”

  “That has to do with your magick. In one way or another, we’re all related, but we all have different magical abilities. You’ll have to talk to Uleirlel or your sorcerer.”

  “I think I’d feel more comfortable talking to a woman about it.”

  “Are you sore?” Yerith asked.

  “No. Once I changed, I took you both easily. Can we ever make love as humans?”

  “Yes. We can control our dragons. We can make love three ways, as mortals, as half dragons and as full dragons,” Cyton explained.

  “Really? What’s it like as full dragons?”

  “You fly, we frolick and play. We chase you and catch you, then we entwine completely and go spiraling to the planet. Just before we hit ground, we come and change back to humans.”

  “Wow. Not sure I want to try that.”

  “It’s not our most favorite either, so don’t worry,” Cyton said. “There’s something I’ve been wondering about.”

  “What’s that?” she asked sleepily.

  He stroked her pussy, her pubic area. “You’re so smooth. Our women have hair there. Was yours removed?”

  “No. None of our women have hair on their bodies, except for eyebrows, lashes and the hair on our heads. Our pussies are bald. Our men don’t have hair there either.”

  “I’m not complaining,” Yerith said while stroking her cheek. “I like it. Maybe it’s one of the white dragon qualities.”

  “If you don’t stop playing with me, Cyton, I’ll want you again.” Anya already noticed the faint vapor coming from between her lips.

  They were still talking about dragons and magick when they slowly drifted off, Anya spooned comfortably between the two men.

  Chapter Nine

  Anya stretched and opened her eyes. She was in bed alone. Sitting up, she thought about last night and sighed. Oh, but it was great, it was more than great, it was fantastic, but not one word of love. “Do I have to be the first one to tell them I love them?” she asked her reflection in the mirror. “Are they hesitant because I’ll be a queen, their queen?”

  She looked no different this morning. Her vagina felt fine, her ass felt fine, even though she’d had two cocks inside her as thick as her arms. She felt gingerly between her folds. No, nothing hurt down there and it all felt normal.

  After donning a bathrobe, she opened the door to head for the bathing chamber. Cyton and Yerith stood guard.

  “You’re not to stand guard outside my door anymore. Today, you need to assemble a royal guard and assign two men to post outside my door. I see you’ve already bathed. I’m heading for the baths myself now.”

  “I’ll go and speak to the elder councilman about guards,” Yerith said.

  “I’ll go with you, Princess.” Cyton walked beside her to the baths.

  “You slept well?” she asked.

  “Yes, Princess.”

  “Oh, my, we’re formal this morning.”

  “When we’re in public—”

  “You’ll call me by my name. I don’t care what the royal protocol was. I won’t have my lovers calling me by my title. I gather, from last night’s experience, the sorcerer must have found a counter spell. Our magick has returned.”

  “Yes, and your dragon. It’ll be interesting to watch the people experiment with their new found sensations and abilities.”

  “They’re going to need lessons.”

  “I’m sure the older generation will be able to teach them.”

  Anya dropped her robe and stepped into the water. “Join me?”

  “I’ve already bathed, Princess.”

  “Damn, there you go again. Join me. That’s an order.”

  “What if your maid Solina arrives?”

  “She might as well get used to seeing men and women bathing together.”

  “Is that all we’re going to do? Bathe?”

  All right, he was toying with her now. “Yes. You can wash my back for me.”

  “Oh? I get to do the maid’s job now?”

  “Hush, stop whining. Hurry up and get in here.”

  She giggled as he hastily got out of his clothes and jumped into the pool. “Did you say I was whining? How dare you, woman!”

  “Well, that’s what I call it.”

  “Take it back.”

  “I will not.”

  “I’ll get you for that.”

  She quickly swam to the other side and was about to get out but he grabbed her by the ankles. He gave her a hard smack on her backside. She came up splutteri
ng and swiveled. “How dare you!”

  “That’ll teach you to tell me I’m whining.”

  Anya reached down and yanked his cock. She watched it grow and touched it again.

  “Don’t.”

  “Why not? I want more of what I got last night.”

  “I won’t take you without Yerith present. Now give me the soap and I’ll wash your back, as you requested, Princess.”

  “Oh, damn you. You’re going to leave me hot and bothered all day?”

  “We have a busy schedule today. Tomorrow is your crowning.”

  “It is? And you know this how?”

  “You were still sleeping when the elder stopped by to tell you. I told him I would give you the message.”

  “Oh. That doesn’t give us much time. I’d like your people to be here for the big event. Can you fly home and relay the invitation?”

  “It would be better if I delivered it written on a scroll with your seal.”

  “All right, I’ll do that first as soon as I’ve finished bathing and gone to my office. Thanks. I’ll get out now.” She wrapped the big towel he held out around her and just as she neared her room, followed by Cyton, Solina arrived.”

  “Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes, Solina. You’re just in time to help me dress and do my hair.”

  Solina had just finished styling her hair when someone knocked on the door. Solina opened it. “It’s Councilman Jakea, Princess.”

  “Let him in.” She noticed the older man seemed quite agitated. “What’s wrong, Jakea?”

  “There is an uprising in one of the towns. Your betrothed—”

  “He is no longer my betrothed. I refuse to enter into a union with him and I told him so last night.”

  “Ah. Well, it seems he’s gathered together a group of upstarts who feel a woman shouldn’t be on the throne.”

  “Sorlos coveted to rule by my side. He would have tucked me nicely away in the women’s quarters and reigned by himself. Besides that, I never wanted to be joined with that man. I told my father that the first time I saw him. So now he’s going after the throne. Let him try. How did you find out?”