Summer's Dragon

by Lisa Daniels

  The lieutenant looked between the two of them. “Excuse me?”

  Elian began to nod, “I think you are right. If anyone can comfort him, it’s Leonides.”

  “Forgive me for pointing this out, but I just finished finding him. I think it is best that he be allowed to mourn in his way.”

  Elian nodded, then scratched the back of his neck. “I suppose so. I just wish there was something I could do.”

  Cyprian patted his arm. “You already have. Your wedding is on hold and you have given him a safe haven for his child so that he can leave. That may have to be enough.”

  Elian ran his hand through his hair as Annora walked up to him, a small bandage still visible. “He will be alright. Phelan just needs time.”

  Elian buried his face in her neck and she held him close. Cyprian and Leonides exchanged looks then moved away from the couple. Elian murmured into her neck, “I don’t know how you humans get used to this.”

  “We don’t.”

  “That isn’t reassuring.” His eyes pleaded with her for something better.

  Taking a deep breath, Annora clarified, “You hold them close in your heart, and that is where they continue to live. Few people get to come back. Those who live a long time never fully appreciate how precious life is. It is painful, but ultimately it makes you more aware and thankful of what you have and what you are.”

  Elian pulled her close. “I love you, Annora. Some day we will have the wedding.”

  She laughed, “I am not in a hurry. Grieving takes priority, and then the job.”

  Elian laughed and pulled her into a gentle kiss.

  Bree glared at Hisa. His expression was blank as he watched her glaring at him. Without warning, he flicked out his tongue. A small smiled cracked on her face, but she quickly wiped it away. He pulled a face at her, and her expression broke even more.

  Clamping her hand over her mouth, she shook her head. “It’s not that easy. You can’t just fix it with comedy.”

  “Well, my preferred method of making up is sex, but I dare say that option is not on the table anymore.”

  Bree looked away, pressing her lips together. “You are really… I can’t say that I remember why we never slept together.”

  Hisa sat back, “There wouldn’t have been any sleeping, I can assure you.” A hand slapped his arm. He pulled away as if in pain, exclaiming, “Oh, cruel gods!”

  Summer leaned over his shoulder. “Oh, so now you want to curse the gods for bringing me back?”

  “No, for taking you away and making me into such a weak-willed man.”

  “You did that to yourself.”

  Bree scratched her head. “Actually, I don’t blame him for such an extreme coping mechanism. I did that once, too.”

  Ivy looked up from her book. “Me too. Well, not really a coping mechanism, more like an interesting way of passing the time.”

  Hisa looked around at the women in the room. His eyes fell on Ailey. “At least Ailey and Summer have been able to keep their coping to healthier means.”

  Ailey laughed as she finished writing in her journal. “Hey, Ash, just what was my take on sex before you?”

  Ash strolled into the room and wrapped his arms around her. “You would have given all of them a run for their money.”

  “And I really enjoyed it, didn’t I?” She looked up at him as Hisa began to laugh.

  Ash smiled down at her, “If you have to ask, then you have your answer.” Looking around the room, he seemed pensive. “I think you will have to excuse us.” With that he swept her up and stalked out of the room.

  Bree shook her head as Ivy leaned back in her seat. “It makes me so jealous,” she muttered.

  “Don’t worry, Augustin will be back this afternoon, and you guys can go off to do your own thing.” Noely walked into the room, her eyes following Ash and Ailey as they reached the stairs. Her attention returned to the room. “After what Cyprian did, I’m not sure I will ever let him touch me again.”

  Hisa leaned forward, “I never was quite clear on why you didn’t come to my rescue.”

  Noely looked over at him, her expression clearly not amused by the request. “He knocked me out and left me in the shack. By myself.”

  Hisa rolled his eyes. “Leave it to Cyprian to leave his best tool in the belt. I swear, so many problems could have been solved more quickly if we just bound him up from the beginning.”

  Noely laughed loudly. Cyprian walked in at that moment and headed toward her. His strides were purposeful. He stretched out a hand toward her. Noely looked down at it, then turned away. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Alright.” He looked meek as he put his hand down.

  “See, all of this could have been avoided if you would have just listened to me in the beginning.”

  Bree looked over at him. “I think you mean if you guys had listened to me. A person brought back by humans and humanoids can upset the balance, or at the very least suffer excruciating pain until second death. Summer was brought back by a god, which meant all rules go out the window.”

  Hisa looked over at her. “You are the most beautiful monster ever to grace the planet.”

  Bree laughed, “I can’t even begin to answer that one.”

  Hisa stood up and stretched. “Well, it’s been a long day.”

  Ivy looked at him. “It’s 10 am.”

  “Yep, a very long day.” His hand reached down and took Summer’s. “Good night, all.”

  There was a round of laughter behind them as he pulled her to the stairs. “Nope,” he muttered, “this is too slow.” He turned and swept her off her feet, then he skipped every other step as he bolted up the stairs.

  As soon as they were upstairs, he placed her on the ground. “That should get them talking.”

  “I don’t understand why you do it.”

  “I have a reputation to maintain.”

  She shook her head, “But we never do anything along the lines of your reputation.”

  His tilted his head as he looked at her. “Given that reputation, I didn’t think you would be interested in that kind of a relationship anymore.”

  Summer looked at him. “Actually, I expect that you will be a lot better than you used to be.”

  Hisa looked shocked at her response. “Are you saying that my performance was lacking before?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  Hisa’s mouth opened, then a smile crept across his face. “Oh, well, I suppose I will need to jog your memory.” He pulled her to him, then lowered her onto the bed. Summer moved her leg to his calf and ran it up his leg. Wrapping his hand around her hip, he slid it down and whipped her clothing off. Pulling away from her, he looked down at her. “You still have the most beautiful body I have ever seen.”

  Summer frowned at him, “I know that can’t be true.”

  Hisa looked down into her eyes. “Then you aren’t seeing the same body I see. After 500 years, I can say with absolutely certainty, there is no one who comes close to the feel of you.”

  Undoing his belt, Hisa began to stroke every part of Summer’s body. After her first orgasm, she was panting for more. Hisa smiled at her and quickly thrust into her, causing her to peak again. Pulling her close, he buried his face in her neck, his mind full of the sensation of Summer.

  The End

  Captured by Kazak

  Dragons Take a Princess

  (Book One)

  Chapter One

  Princess Marea walked out into the royal gardens. She looked around for an appropriate place to settle, an easel tucked under her arms, and a paint holder and a box of paints. Behind her, about ten guards followed, all intent on protecting her. And, also, to not allow her any privacy whatsoever.

  Really, she thought, irritated as the guards trumped around, generating noise, scaring away the birds and other objects of interest. Talking to them did nothing – they were under orders from her beloved father to not speak to her, or take any orders, since she had a tendency to give them insane instructio
ns – and it took all the fun out of her already excessively dull life.

  “I doubt any other princess gets guarded this much,” Marea muttered, stubbornly setting up her easel, and propping herself on the perfectly trimmed grass. Her red dress crumpled beneath her, more like an elaborate wedding gown than a practical dress for walking around the grounds, but her mother insisted on a princess always looking her best.

  “You never know when that handsome prince is going to walk through the door,” her mother said, with a wide smile and a glint of her baby blue eyes.

  Not exactly hard to find a prince in Marea’s world, given that they hosted at least five other kingdoms in their castle per week, and she was always up to her eyeballs in princes and princesses. One hundred kingdoms, one hundred extra reasons to find being royalty a drag. Even the downright pampering irritated her. She didn't know anything. A servant was more skilled than her, because sky knew if she could figure out how to change a bedsheet without getting tangled in it.

  Of course, Marea was edging close to her thirties, unheard of for a princess, except she also had six other sisters to marry up ahead of her, and she never failed to mess things up for any visiting prince which she suspected her mother and father was trying to hitch her up with.

  Now, with the recent bate of dragon attacks on all the border kingdoms, with princesses being carried off at least once a month, her father had upped the security, and ordered them to stick to her like glue, so she didn't slip off into some dark alley and sneak along the general population, like she was prone to do anyway. Her mother forced her to take courtesy lessons, embroidery, learn all the fashions going through court, and which big marriages or knight quests had hit the news.

  She was also supposed to know how to appropriately act and scream when taken by a monster. (With a dragon, you were supposed to flap your arms and wail.)

  “You're getting awfully old,” her mother would say, in that familiar upturn way she held her nose, and glared disapprovingly at her daughter. “I was married at sixteen. I was a proper princess, and your sisters are good examples, too. Where did I go wrong with you?”

  Everything, Marea thought. She didn't know why she was unable to click. Why she refused the princes, even though she had such a vast pool to choose from. They were stupid, they were fake. Reasons and excuses she gave, but really – she just didn't find the polite smiling attractive. She wanted something rough. Like that time when she went to the taverns, disguised as a wench, and saw the way the men laughed raucously, and the women were bold, taking who they wanted and whenever they felt like it.

  Marea desired that freedom. To be able to let go and just laugh, instead of worrying about being abducted by dragons, or an invasion from the Dark Clans, or whether the other princesses would mock her choice of outfit or not.

  She raised a paintbrush with green smeared over the tip, and pressed it to the canvas. She couldn't paint, of course, but it gave her an excuse to sit out in the garden without appearing out of place. One of the guards gave her an odd look, breaking the normal custom of staring resolutely ahead and pretending to be invisible. She examined the man through her straw yellow hair, noting his strong physique through the rigid uniform, and the way his green eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight. He had such good cheekbones, too, and a malleable curve of the muscles in his face, along with the hint of a red trimmed beard, giving him a Wilderness look.

  She wished at that moment she could paint him. Something about those eyes arrested her. Just a shame he was a lowly guard, and not a prince. She wondered what words those plump lips might say, what kind of life he led outside the job in the castle. Maybe he even lived in the castle, in the lower chambers.

  The guard gave her a thin, predatory smile. Marea blinked. Had she just imagined that expression? The guard now appeared neutral, though his eyes still bore into her.

  Licking her lips, allowing some of the paint to smear over the canvas, Marea stated, “Are you supposed to be looking upon a princess like that?”

  Several of the other guards appeared nervous at the statement. The man with the emerald eyes, though, shrugged. “It appears to me that you're the one staring... princess.”

  The audacity of his statement made her temporarily hang her mouth open. Why, no one dared speak to a princess like that. Especially if they were lower class, like this man.

  “I could have you executed for speaking like that to me.”

  “Why? I'm only answering to what you say to me. Unless you like to kill people who are brave enough to talk to you.” His emerald eyes trailed up and down her body, taking in the blood red dress with all the ruffles and frills, gaudy and elegant, two things Marea was not. Heat flushed in her cheeks. How dare he?

  She almost gave the order. It bubbled up to the tip of her tongue, waiting to unload the man's fate. Everyone knew that you weren't supposed to lip a princess, and she sensed insubordination. Apathy, even. At the same time though, it felt refreshing to be stood up to like that.

  How much normal conversation have I been missing out on?

  Some of the green paint had dripped all the way from the brush onto her hand. “Oh!” Her shame, embarrassment, and the other thing turned to surprise. She ordered the guard to fetch her a cloth, and he did as bid, not saying anything else, but smiling at her with a half smile. A mocking one. And with a look that made her feel as if she were being undressed. Inch by inch, from the top of her lacy gown to the bottom of her black, high heel shoes.

  What's wrong with me? She shook her head to clear away the steam that heated her mind, sped her heartbeat up. She must be starved for affection. Yes. That would be it. Starved due to the polite arm distance she always needed to keep from everyone. Starved because her parents offered her no affection other than duty.

  She pointedly ignored the green-eyed guard for the rest of her monotonous day, though when she thought of him, if was as if her gray day had been painted a little extra color. Certainly better than the atrocious mess she splashed on her canvas.

  She attended the evening feast, where a prince and two princesses from their neighboring kingdom, Yaltine, commented on how they were stepping it up with the border guard.

  “We're getting more raids on the villages from the Dark Clans,” princess Esmer said, when elbowed in the ribs by her older sister, Hallie. Marea liked Esmer – she wore the princess mantle better, with a vibrant fire mane sprouting from her head, instead of the wet yellow straw that stuck out at awkward angles from Marea's.

  I could have a bird's nest in my hair, and no one would notice. Marea ate her food in her normal silence, only speaking when spoken to, observing the royals and nobles from both kingdoms laughing and discussing with one another. Her father, clad in golden robes, entertained the king of Yaltine, who stood several inches taller, with a ferocious red beard jutting out from his chin. So many red heads. First the guard, now this family. Plenty of people with a touch of the Wilderness.

  Esmer spotted Marea, who was slightly hunched over her squid rings, plucking at them. The distinctive aromas of each dish flooded the room, from the salted fish dishes, to the juicy red meat dishes, and roasted vegetables, all creating a musk that blended together perfectly. Marea pressed the fork in her hand hard, so that little lines formed in her skin.

  “I notice you have a lot of security following you nowadays,” Esmer said to Marea, pointing to the ten guards who even stood in the room with them, though they leaned against the wall edges. “Have the dragon attacks been getting worse?”

  Marea shrugged. “They say they spotted one swooping around the castle, trying to reach one of the princesses. My father is a cautious man, and I am of course, an unmarried woman.”

  “Same,” Esmer said, with a trilling laugh. “I just have the one guard, though. I suppose when you're the twelfth child in a very big family, protection isn't quite as important.”

  “Don't say that!” Hallie scolded her sister, a scowl knitted over her brow. “You know perfectly well we're safe in our palace. It'
s the villages the Dark Clans are scavenging, and we have a big army.”

  “We have in total one mage,” Esmer pointed out. “And an army is useless against a really determined dragon. Marea, how many mages does your kingdom employ?”

  “Uh...” Marea didn't want to talk, though she appreciated Esmer's effort to include her. “We have around eight. Ice and fire mages.”

  “See?” Esmer said, now turning to her sister again. “Eight mages. We have one. Because our father's spending his treasury on the wrong resources.”

  Marea tuned out the conversation as the sisters continued to argue, uncomfortably picking at her blue velvet dress, changed especially for the feast.

  Dragons stealing princesses. Monsters eating people. The Dark Clans probing at the border kingdoms, robbing people and stealing women as well, taking them back into the Wilderness. The untamed land beyond the hundred kingdoms. Lands of forests, mountains, rivers and lakes – and thousands of monsters.

  How humans could even live in the Wilderness, Marea didn't understand. Surely they'd all be eaten. But no, they lived there, and sometimes they came into the kingdoms to civilize themselves.

  Like that guard...

  Marea's eyes trailed along the guards pressed against the wall, but she caught no sign of the emerald eyed man. Nine guards. The tenth was missing.

  She didn't think much of it, and focused on finishing her meal, before retreating to her chamber for the evening.

  Walking up the spiral staircase, the nine guards behind her, filling out the wide stairs, along with one of the handmaidens to lock her into her room.

  Like a prisoner, Marea thought wryly. She listened to the click of the key turning, and examined the slice of moonlight that came in through the window, onto her pink bedsheets. She prodded the braziers in her room one by one, and they flickered into life, enchantments gifted by the fire mages in her father's employment. Smokeless, they provided heat and warmth.