Choices

by Scarlett Grove

We stand there laughing together for several moments, and I feel closer to Trav than I ever have before. Our laughter dies down; we look at each other as our expressions sober.

  “Thank you for showing me this, Trav. It means a lot knowing that I can defend myself. I think my dragon is happy about it too.”

  “Of course, Princess Dani Storm of Skyland. You will be a great fighter someday, perhaps greater than Conyac. But never greater than me.” I punch him in the shoulder, and he grins at me.

  Inside, I change into something more comfortable before we have lunch together in the dining room. Trav and I spend the rest of the day talking about the history of Endor and my people, the Skylands. It is an enlightening conversation, and I realize I enjoy spending time with Trav.

  He isn’t just the brute of a man that I thought he was. He’s actually quite intelligent and well-educated on the history of Endor. He even gives me a few pointers on helping to integrate my dragon, and by the end of the day I feel more connected to him ever.

  Chapter Six

  Uria prepares my bath and helps me dress in a gown similar to the one I wore for Conyac. This one is pale lilac instead of white, but it’s just as see-through. I’m beautifully prepared but as nervous as I was with Conyac.

  I like Trav. I like him more after today than I had before. There is a knock at my door, and I tell him to enter. My chamber glows with candlelight that flickers on the black silk robe that Trav is wearing as he stands in the doorway. I gulp. The fabric shows the contours of his body, accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders, and the slimness of his waist.

  I suck my lip and let out an audible whimper as he closes the door behind him. “Good evening, my lady,” he says in a husky, low voice. It sends a shiver up my spine. All at once I’m aroused and scared. I can smell the scent of his skin from across the room, and it sends a thrill through me.

  He comes to sit beside me, close not touching. “You look beautiful,” he says, his eyes grazing over my breasts, my neck, and my mouth. I can feel his gaze burn over my skin. My pussy dampens with excitement, ready for him to touch it.

  “Thanks,” I say shyly. Trav brushes my hair away from my shoulder and leans into the crook of my neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling my aroma. He groans and all at once pushes me down onto the bed. He’s on top of me, his hardness dipping between my legs.

  “Trav,” I moan.

  His stiff shaft presses against my tender, wet core. His hands are running up and down my sides before he grasps my breast and presses his tongue between my lips. He kisses me with the intensity of a starving man. I meet his passion with my own, finally allowing myself to be taken by Trav. I realize I’ve wanted to do this ever since the first time we were together.

  I held myself back then, but I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m going to let him have what he wants. I’m going to let me have what I want. He pushes my sheer gown up over my breasts and takes my hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks up and down over my swollen nub. A thrill of excitement coils at the base of my spine. I feel like energy is gathering inside me. The energy is going to explode at any moment.

  Trav squeezes and sucks my breasts one after the other as he grinds himself between my legs. I’m moaning and panting; my pussy is wet and ready for him to enter. I don’t think I can take it any longer. I grip the lapels of his robe and pull them back revealing his hard, muscled chest.

  He senses my need and yanks his robe the rest of the way off before pulling my gown up over my head. We are both naked on the bed. He crawls over me on all fours, licking his lips as his eyes penetrate the depths of my soul. He grins, showing his sharp teeth. My lips curl back, revealing my own sharp teeth.

  My passion for Trav, and my past annoyance with him, make me want to bite him and draw his blood with my strong teeth. I lick my teeth and flick my tongue at him. He growls above me and dips down, pressing his hardness between my legs.

  He grinds back and forth over my slick entrance as I kiss his neck and lick his earlobe. He angles his hips back and presses the head of his cock against my pussy. I grasp his shoulders, running my fingernails down his arms and around his waist. I pull him towards me. Instead of pressing inside me, he trails kisses down my body and yanks my legs apart.

  His tongue flicks up and down my slit, encouraging my wetness. I moan loudly and grip the bed sheets lifting my head slightly off the pillow. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if he takes any longer. He runs his tongue over my clit, teasing me, pressing gently against the swollen bundle of nerves.

  “God, Trav, just fuck me. Take me now,” I demand.

  “All in good time, my lady,” he taunts. “All in good time.”

  I growl and run my fingers through his hair, pressing his face against my hungry pussy. He laughs between my legs, and the sound waves excite me, driving me crazy. All at once, he devours my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I shatter.

  I scream so loudly, I think it will alarm the servants. My orgasm throbs and clenches my entire body with mind shattering pleasure. Trav is on top of me, his cock pressed against my opening. He slides inside in one lunge, and I scream again. His teeth grip my neck as he thrusts.

  I’m rolling on utter pleasure as Trav sinks his massive shaft into my tight, wet core. I’m coming, over and over. My mind goes blank, and all there is this moment. My whole world is Trav and the feeling of him inside me. As the pleasure rolls through me I suddenly know what I want. I want him.

  My dragon growls with longing and release, happy that I gave myself to Trav in this way. I’m more confused than ever, so I choose not to think. I choose to only be my body, the dragon born, with this prince who makes love with me so ecstatically.

  He lifts me up on his lap. I’m straddling him as he guides me up and down on his shaft. My breasts bounce in his face, and he sucks my nipples into his mouth, groaning at the sight and taste of them.

  He squeezes my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bounces me on his cock. Fingers press against my tight opening. I throw my head back as I feel him coming inside me. My pussy clamps around his shaft, milking the last of his seed.

  Finally we stop, panting, our foreheads pressed against together. “Trav,” I say, breathless.

  “Shhh, there is no need for words now,” he whispers.

  We collapse onto the bed and hold each other under the soft blankets. I snuggle against Trav’s chest and hear his heart beating wildly from me. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my back, tender expressions of affection I never would’ve expected from Trav.

  “And now you will choose me,” he says. Now that is Trav, with his overconfidence. The truth is I have no idea who to pick. I adore them both, and I don’t feel capable of choosing between them. If only there were a way I could have them both.

  “I just don’t know yet, Trav. I don’t know.”

  Chapter Seven

  I wake from my deep sleep to the sound of insistent knocking at my door. Trav and I both jump from the bed, but he is faster. He throws his robe around his shoulders and ties the front before opening the door. Gizmel stands in the entrance wringing his hands.

  “What is it?” Trav growls at the gnome.

  “Your Majesty, you must go quickly to Castle Blackwell. The Orgs are converging on the fortress. Prince Conyac and his troops will not be able to defeat them on their own. He needs assistance immediately.”

  I jump to my feet, ignoring my nakedness. I grab my clothes and pull them on. “Let’s go,” I say. Trav opens his mouth in what I expect to be an objection, but I stop him. “I’m going,” I insist.

  Gizmel leaves, and Trav helps me into my armor before leaving to put on his own. We meet in the front of the castle with the full moon high overhead and the stars glinting in the heavens. A chill wind blows against my leather and chain armor and ruffles through my hair. I grip my sword. I don’t want to admit how nervous I am. I will have to fly in dragon form, and fight alongside Trav and Conyac. This is my destiny
.

  The horrors of war that I have beheld before in my human life have to take a backseat to the reality of my duty now as a dragon born. I am stronger than I ever imagined I could be. My inner dragon growls in agreement. Trav nods at me, and we both begin our shift, changing almost instantly into massive beasts whose scales gleam in the moonlight. Trav roars, and I roar back at him.

  We jump into the night sky on strong wings that fly swiftly over the land. Below I see the cavern that dips far below Skyland Castle. The height no longer scares me. It no longer scares the human within me, for she and I are becoming one.

  We fly fast through the night until we make it to Conyac’s land. Below, in the distance, I see the black rock walls of Castle Blackwell, surrounded by the writhing he formed bodies of the legion of Orgs.

  The human within me shudders. She fears the fight, but I do not. I long to use my sound waves on these mutant beasts. I wish to see them fall before me, their ears bleeding from their ruptured brains.

  We swoop into the inner yard of Castle Blackwell and find Conyac preparing his troops for the defense of his fortress. We land and shift in mid-motion, walking quickly towards Prince Conyac.

  “Thank the gods you have arrived,” Conyac says approaching us. “I’m glad you are here, princess. I need you both tonight.”

  As Conyac’s men mount the walls and begin firing blazing arrows at the oncoming Org army, Conyac, Trav, and I burst into the air in our dragon forms. We fly above the castle walls, taking in the numbers of enemy below us.

  Trav attacks first, unleashing his fiery breath on a squadron a thousand strong. The Orgs burst into flames, screaming, and writhing as they die. Conyac attacks next, swooping above another squadron of Orgs.

  He blows his frost breath at the Orgs closest to the castle. Their bodies are frozen solid instantly. He swoops to the ground, in a crash that reverberates through the earth. The shockwaves burst the ice, and the frozen Orgs shatter into a thousand pieces.

  There are still many Orgs attacking. I know it is my turn, and I will not hesitate to do my part. I swoop, aiming at the oncoming army. I open my mouth and scream. The sound cracks their skulls and shatters their bones. A thousand Orgs lay broken and bloodied on the ground. I smile, knowing my power is great.

  But there are still many Orgs, and I will not have my dragon breath again for some time. Without making the hilock, I do not have the power of the monarchs. I can only use my sound shock once an hour. It cannot wait; the battle must be won now.

  I fly to where Conyac and Trav have landed and have transformed into their mortal forms. I land beside them and shift, gripping my sword. Now that I am a woman again, fear rises in my chest and grips my stomach. I think I’m gonna hurl.

  “With me,” Conyac shouts lifting his sword. There is no time to think. We dart into the fray along with the rest of Conyac’s troops.

  I draw my sword, growling as I hurl myself into battle. Both strength and skill I didn’t know that I had emerge as I move in my deadly dance. The dragon born princes and I fight back to back, hacking through the deformed bodies of the Orgs.

  Sticking close to the princes, I slice and kick and punch the enemy, until a pile of bodies lies at my feet. I glance over my shoulder to see Conyac dart into dragon form and fly several hundred yards ahead of us into the battle. He transforms back into a man and begins to fight ferociously, hacking one Org after the next.

  A new legion of Orgs sprints over the hill and assaults Conyac all at once. He attacks them, their bloodied forms falling to the ground at his feet. I continue fighting, but when I look up I see several hundred Orgs jumping on Conyac from behind. I scream, and Conyac begins to shift, but an Org stabs him in the gut. Conyac staggers, bleeding from a mortal wound. He slices the Org’s head off before falling to his knees.

  I scream. “Help him!” I jump into the air in my dragon form and land beside Conyac, biting and snapping at the Orgs, until they fall back. I nudge a still conscious Conyac onto my back and fly him into the castle.

  I know we must get him to Gizmel as quickly as possible. But the keep is still under attack. As I land, I see Trav’s dragon bounding over the walls. He lands before me and shifts.

  “Fly him back to Skyland Castle. I will stay here and defend the fortress.”

  “I cannot ask you to risk your life for my lands,” Conyac sputters, holding his side as blood oozes from his wound. I cannot stand waiting. I roar at the arguing men. There is no time for this. I must get him back to Skyland.

  I jump into the air and fly swiftly through the night towards my castle. Conyac holds tightly to my neck, but I feel him slipping more and more as the moments pass. “I’m not going to make it, my lady,” he moans from my back.

  I feel him slipping from my back and quickly swoop to an open meadow in the middle of a dark forest. The night sky is blanketed with stars, and the first hints of dawn color the horizon.

  Conyac falls from my back into the soft grass. “No,” I say as I shift, kneeling beside him and cradling his head in my lap.

  “It’s okay, Dani. I’ve had a good life. I want you to know, before I leave this world. I love you.”

  “Conyac. No.” Tears fall down my cheeks as I rock him in my arms. Something overtakes me, some inner knowing, and I begin to sing. The sound is more powerful than anything I could have ever imagined coming from my body. The song is something ancient and arcane. It is similar to my dragon power, but soft and gentle like a summer rain.

  All at once, Conyac’s bleeding stops. He gasps, sitting up next to me. He grips my shoulders and looks into my eyes as the sun rises over the meadow. Pale yellow light brightens into gold as he gazes at me.

  “You’ve healed me with your song,” he whispers.

  “I have,” I say. I don’t know how I did it. I am overcome with the mystery of it and begin to cry big, hot tears that fall and splash on the ground.

  Conyac holds me to his chest and makes soothing sounds as he rocks me. “Don’t be afraid, princess.”

  “I’m not afraid. I’m…” I don’t know why I’m crying. If I had been able to heal during the war on Earth, I would have been able to help so many people. I would have been able to heal myself.

  “Let’s get you back to Skyland.”

  We fly back to Skyland and land as the morning sun begins to warm the earth. Sparrows fly in the burgeoning light, and we walk hand in hand into the castle. I remember the siege on Castle Blackwell and feel foolish for having forgotten.

  “Should we go back to your fortress?” I ask him as we stand on the stairs leading into my palace. In the air above the gardens, I see Trav’s red dragon form. He swoops and transforms before storming up the stairs.

  “Castle Blackwell is lost,” Trav says angrily as he approaches.

  “No,” I say, shocked. Everything they told me would happen if I didn’t choose a king is happening. I can’t help but feel responsible. If we had the power of the monarchy, we could have defeated the Orgs easily.

  “This is my fault,” I say, a tear falling to the stone stair.

  “Nothing is your fault,” says Conyac, gripping my hand.

  “The Org sent reinforcements after you left,” Trav says. “Your people fled when the Org took the keep. Most of them made it to safety.”

  “Damn,” Conyac swears.

  “Dani,” Trav says, looking at me intently. “You must choose. You must make the hilock with one of us and bestow the power of the monarchy on the King and Queen of Endor.”

  “I know. I know. But… You don’t understand.”

  “What don’t we understand, my lady?” Conyac says, enfolding me in his arms.

  “I… I love you both. I want to bond with both of you. I can’t imagine choosing only one.”

  Conyac and Trav look at each other and then at me. My inner dragon roars in approval. It’s as if that is what she wanted all along.

  “You want to make hilock with us both?” Trav asks.

  “Gizmel suggested it before. He thought i
t would be possible,” I say, embarrassed. I bite my lip and draw my brows together, waiting to hear the response.

  “Is that even possible?” Conyac asks.

  “I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Trav says.

  “I believe it could be possible,” Gizmel says coming to join us outside.

  The princes look at each other and then back at me. “So,” Trav muses. “You will make hilock with both of us at the same time?”

  ***

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