The Prophecy Unfolds: Dragon Queen

by Scarlett Flame

  As one my mates rose and I felt myself being pulled toward the dancers by Leon. They took turns to dance with me swinging me around making me feel quite dizzy. I was smiling broadly. Everyone laughing and enjoying themselves. There was a lull in the room and Aston stepped forward turning to the crowd.

  “We will take our leave now as we have a mating ritual to complete. Come Alex.”

  As we exited the room there was a huge roar of approval and cheering no doubt encouragement from the crowd. I felt my cheeks glow as a blush rose from my chest up over my face.

  Before long we were all back in the bedroom and I held my breath a moment then said out loud.

  “I need to use the bathroom.”

  I turned and fled shutting the door and leaning back against it as I tried to slow my breathing muttering to myself “How on earth do you mate with three men? Let alone three huge, virile, horny werewolves?”

  I relieved myself. Washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face. Steeling myself as I stepped back in to the bedroom into the company of my now naked mates. One look was all I needed in order to see that they were all aroused and ready for action. Their eyes were glowing. Their incisors and talons extended. Rather than have them destroy my beautiful buckskin dress. As I had no doubt they would strip me quickly using their talons. I mouthed to them.

  “One moment please.” lifted my dress up and over my head smoothly whilst shucking off my slippers.

  That one action was like a signal as they swiftly descended on my body. Three pairs of lips and six hands touching, kissing, nipping, everywhere at once. The mating had begun in earnest. Each time as I was filled with their seed I felt the need to bite back. My incisors lengthening, itching to sink into their flesh. Each of my mates now receiving my venom in turn. I was alight, aflame, burning with desire and need. I wanted all they could give and they didn't hold back. After each had taken me individually their game plan changed.

  This time I was taken by all three, one in each orifice. As we connected blue lightening shot across the room. A firework display of our mutual desires. Each biting me as our orgasms collided and produced flares of blue flashes across the room.

  Eventually we settled down on the bed sated. A jumble of arms and legs as once again the room looked like the first snows had descended. Some of the furniture smashed and in pieces on the floor. I fell in to a dreamless sleep thoroughly exhausted and sated.

  After waking together more than a little exhausted from the previous nights escapades we kissed and cuddled. I was allowed to dress in some clothes brought in while I slept. Then we all headed to the dining hall together in comfortable silence. I could feel the connections between us growing, like tendrils through my mind, Just by my senses alone, I could feel each of them.

  This time I felt more comfortable as I recognised a number of faces from the previous evening. Although still unable to put names to the vast majority except for Syra, Zarina and of course my mates.

  The aroma of the food once again assailed my senses. All three of my mates laughed out loud having heard me do the equivalent of shouting out loud with my mind.

  Oh God but I'm hungry.

  They obviously found this very funny. I slammed the walls up in my mind and turned puce with embarrassment.

  Just as quickly they looked from one to another. Aston turned to me and looked quizzically as he tipped his head slightly “How are you doing that? Closing your mind to us? Your mates? I have never heard of this happening before between mates. No one has been able to guard their thoughts from a mate in our pack.” he continued “Never. Not once mated! Unheard of. Why would you want or need to hide your thoughts from us all?”

  I looked at the floor trying to organise my thoughts then looked up at each of them in turn and responded. “I need some privacy sometimes. This isn't something you would find on my world. I need to be able to think things through without you examining my thoughts constantly. I find it hard to deal with you second guessing what my thoughts mean as I struggle to comprehend all that is going on in this world. Also each time I do this I find it easier to do so.”

  Once more my mates regarded each other with Vanda acting as spokesman.”There is one advantage to you having this ability. That is because that may enable you to guard your thoughts from the mages and magicians. Perhaps this is one of the powers the prophecy foretold.”

  “Does this mean I am in danger from the mages and magicians then?” I asked. Then looked directly at Aston saying “You promised me that I could look at the prophecy. So that I might have an inkling of what lies ahead.”

  Chapter 9.

  Aston nodded “Yes, and I meant it too but tomorrow will be soon enough. Today I think would be a good time for you to have a proper tour of the pack-house and for you to rest up after a strenuous few days. Don't you think?”

  It was my turn to nod back. “Yes. Okay. I will agree to rest up for today. Maybe Zarina will help me look at the document and explain it to me so that I might understand what fate has in store for me.”

  We finished our meal amidst the general hubbub and chatter. From time to time I would ask about the strange looking vegetables and meats on offer.

  Would I ever get to know all about this world? I wondered.

  The meal was polished off with what looked like some kind of herbal tea served in stone cups. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste. As everyone was drinking it I had a couple of cups myself.

  Eventually the pack began to drift away. As promised, I was taken on a tour of the pack-house but by Leon. Aston and Zanda had pack business to attend to and Zarina was busy elsewhere.

  The pack-house was much larger than I had anticipated and occupied a sizeable area. Set in a large glade of tall trees. All the members of the pack spent part of each day training in the gym and working on strategy for fighting due to the threat from the other factions.

  The tour of the outer area revealed a high look out post manned by some of the pack. I was informed that both the men and women in the pack take turns to guard the perimeter.

  Werewolf females are extremely strong individuals Leon explained. Pointing out that this also applied to myself now. All werewolves heal quickly echoing legends told on Earth. Silver was indeed a dangerous metal when used against werewolves. The other factions used this knowledge by coating blades and other dangerous objects in silver to use against them in battle.

  The building itself formed a small part of the compound. Fruit and vegetables were grown close by with animals grazing in the grounds. I spotted quite a few deer wandering around which in turn reminded me of my trips out a dragon-back with Talos and Patros.

  On being reminded of them I once again attempted to reach out to them with my mind but got no response. Saddened, I hoped they were both well and nothing untoward had happened to them after I had been taken. I couldn't bear the thought of any of my friends and family, as I now considered them. Getting hurt.

  We continued on our tour and I realised that the building was in the form of a letter E with quarters for all the other werewolves at one end beyond the dining hall and the Great Hall. Aston's in turn mine, Leon and Vanda's bedroom occupied the centre section. The gym was between our bedroom and the store rooms.

  Leon again promised that in the next few days I would be taken on a trip to visit one the many caverns that provided the energy that powered everything and meet some of the engineers that worked there.

  I stifled a yawn and Leon pulled me close to him kissing me gently saying it was time for us to finish our tour for today and for me to rest. We had walked quite a distance and I now felt very sluggish so didn't put up much of a fight. Sensing how tired I was Leon swept me up in his arms and insisted on carrying me back to our bedroom. My body hummed gently as he cradled me. He helped me undress and soon I was under the covers and fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

  This time though my sleep was far from dreamless. In my dreams I was searching through huge caverns underground. Al
though at first, I wasn't sure what I was searching for. Then, I heard a mournful keening echoing through the caverns and instinctively I knew what or should I say who, had made those sad sounds. It was my golden dragon calling earnestly for me. Begging me to free her from her fetters. Tears ran like a torrent down my face as her sorrow became my sorrow. I began to run. On and on I ran unable to find any trace of her.

  It was at this point that I awoke with a start. Usually when I dreamt I could only remember snippets but this dream was such a disturbing dream that I remembered it with extraordinary clarity. What did it mean? Was it just my over active imagination after being told I would be visiting a cavern in the near future? I hadn't a clue but my cheeks were wet with the tears I had shed in my sleep.

  I called out to Leon mentally telling him that I needed to get something. Once again having been locked in our room. Despite being mated my ability to shut my thoughts off to my mates meant I was denied my freedom until they felt that they could trust me not to run off back to Patros and Talos.

  To be honest with my new found strength and stamina I had to agree that those thoughts had passed through my mind and I certainly would have tried to do that if I could. I had only been here such a short time in the pack house but had spent much longer in their company and felt a much stronger bond to my first mate and his dragon.

  It wasn't long before he got to the bedroom and I requested some tools to write with. I wasn't sure if Biro's were abundant here or even if notebooks and normal paper existed on this world. But I needed a means to record all the things I was learning, and keep a record of the strange dream I had just had. Leon quickly gathered some pencils and provided me with paper. After some consideration I also requested a box of some sort to be given to me so that I may lock up my writing. Keeping it safe. Leon looked at me strangely when I requested this but quickly supplied the box and a padlock with a key.

  After spending some little time making notes about the layout of the building even down to drawing myself a plan. I then jotted down as much as I could about the strange dream and anything else that I felt was relevant. Once I had completed this task I placed the pencils, spare paper, and my writing in to the box and secured it. Placing the box on the floor of the wardrobe, and hid the key. Not a moment too soon either as I sensed my mates approaching. The door opened and they entered one after another like a little procession.

  The room suddenly began to smell of musk which was overwhelming to my enhanced senses. They had all been hard at work all day and I guessed by the smell that they must now want to play just as hard. They took their time though, each in turn taking time to shower. Although this didn't seem to reduce the musky smell, far from it. By the time that they were all clean, I just wanted to make them all hot and sweaty again.

  Needless to say at the end of our love making session I was more than ready to go and eat in the dining hall. I seemed to have two major obsessions at the moment, One being sex and the other food.

  Perhaps I would turn into a fat nymphomaniac? Who knew?

  This time no laughing ensued as I was quickly becoming adept at blocking my mates from my thoughts. I was even able to block particular portions of my thoughts, whilst allowing some parts to be shared. All without my mates knowledge.

  More clothes had magically appeared in my wardrobe I noticed while putting my writing away.

  A selection was now available for my perusal so I took the opportunity to wear a pair of pants sporting an expandable waistline. A loose buckskin shirt, alongside the buckskin slippers I had received the previous evening.

  Aston, Leon and Vanda were now suitably attired and grinning like the proverbial “Cheshire Cat”, as we once again headed to our evening meal. Vanda explained that the dining hall was where we would eat for the most part as some of the pack were generally engaged in other tasks. Tasks such as manning the many look out towers for one. Some would be tending the animals as others travelled farther afield to gathering supplies or bring in crops.

  Usually the banquet hall was reserved for big celebrations such as the mating ceremony or when other packs come together. Ours was one of many packs spread across the land but we were also the ruling pack across Syros.

  The meal was a fairly quiet affair and uneventful as everyone seemed to be recovering from the previous nights celebrations. Very quickly we excused ourselves and this time on return to our chambers we ended the evening with kisses and cuddles drifting off to sleep easily. Again I fell into a fitful sleep haunted by the desperate sounds of what I knew to be the mournful cries of my queen of dragons. I still hadn’t had a vision of what she would look like. Yet just listening to those sobs and the pleading in her voice. Knowing that I was the only one that could hear her or go and rescue her, had me in bits. She kept pleading with me to find her, begging and beseeching me to help her be free from her chains.

  I awoke with a start sitting upright surrounded by my mates as they desperately tried to comfort me. My body racked by sobs as tears ran like a waterfall down my face.

  It took longer this time for me to calm down and be able to talk coherently. I explained that once again my sleep had been disturbed with visions of searching for the Queen Dragon. My Queen dragon. Vanda pulled me in to his arms as the others settled around us knowing that with his special abilities he would eventually calm me. My sobs slowly subsided, ebbing gradually as I fell asleep once more in his arms. I awoke the next day held in his comforting grasp the thrumming of his comforting buzz still pulsing through my body.

  After such a fraught night I acquiesced to their demands and had some breakfast brought to our bedroom. I was so exhausted and shaken by the previous couple of nights nightmares that I had little or no strength to argue. After yet another delicious breakfast I felt a touch better especially after I heard a gentle rap at the door. I made out the sound of a key in the lock and Zarina bobbed her head around the door. She enquired if I still wanted to see a copy of the original prophecy that foretold my arrival on Syros for myself. She held a copy of the original prophecy that foretold my arrival on Syros.

  The original she explained, was kept in the city of Bream - the magicians city. A further copy was kept by the dragon riders in their own archives.

  Dressed in comfort as the previous day I followed her out on to the corridor along to the banquet hall and gave Zarina a sideways glance perplexed. On touring the Pack-house the previous day, I could not recollect a library of any kind being shown to me. I discovered later on that not all of the pack-house had been revealed to me as I had not earned my mates trust as yet. Some time later I was to discover other areas were kept hidden from me also. We walked in to the room and Zarina led me to the back wall to a spot situated almost immediately behind where I had sat . Flush in to the wall on closer inspection and not easily discernible to the naked eye, was a panel. If you knew just where to push as Zarina obviously did, it opened up to reveal a hidden door.

  On stepping through the door a large library was revealed. Every nook and cranny filled to the brim littered with books, parchments and scrolls. No windows were evident. Yet, when the lights were turned up fully every corner of the room became illuminated. Central to the room was a huge wooden desk, an ancient patina evident on its surface. Furniture that had been used often over many generations. Set around the desk were matching chairs, I counted six of them. Set farther back was a long low leather couch.

  Zarina bade me sit placing a number of old books and a few scrolls on the desk in front of me.

  “I thought these in particular might be of interest to you. I came here earlier and sorted through what I thought might be most relevant to the prophecy. In the hope that it would help you begin your research.”

  I reached across and held her hand a moment thanking her for her consideration and her thoughtfulness.

  Finally I might get more than an inkling of what lay ahead and hopefully understand the part I was destined to play. Zarina sat in the next chair along and slowly unfurled the first ancient parchment p
lacing a book on each corner to hold it down.

  The parchment was exquisite with beautiful delicate illustrations interwoven within the words. Images of what I might expect as the changes take effect and of the others depicted in the prophecy. The werewolves, dragons and dragon riders were there and also other images that made no sense to me. Straight away I knew why they recognised me so easily as the drawings began of my capture and kidnapping back on Earth. The drawings could have almost been lifted from photographs they were so accurate.

  The others in the illustrations were easily identifiable. Not only was Leon, Vanda and Aston there in both their werewolf and human forms, but also Talos with Patros astride him. Then as I looked farther down the parchment I spotted the phantom dragon of my dreams. My beautiful Dragon Queen. There is all her golden glory was the dragon I was destined to ride and rule alongside. Her name came to me in a flash as I looked at the illustrations and I gasped out loud at the revelation.

  “What’s wrong? Are you all right? It’s not the babies is it?” and Zarina pointedly looked down at my stomach.

  “No.” I quickly reassured her. “It is the dragon, MY dragon. As I looked at the illustration her name popped in to my head.”

  I gently fingered the outline of the beautiful golden dragon, that I was yet to meet. Her name is Amrinth.”

  I carried on stroking the illustration gently with my index finger and reached out with my mind, calling to her lovingly and unbelievably received a response. It was distant and quiet but there was no doubting it.

  Alex is that you. Are you finally able to come and rescue me? She sounded hopeful.

  I don’t know where you are right now but as soon as I do find out, of course I will come for you. We are meant to be together and we will be very soon I sent back. Where are you? Do you know? Or can you describe the place you are being held?