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You had definitely strayed too far from the path this time. You had no choice, though. Oleander was nearly out of season, and you only needed a few more clumps of the soft pink petals, enough for a rich tea, and your father would be as good as dead.
The ground was soft and muddy beneath your slippers. Deadly at this altitude, and the rain was only getting heavier. The Sidra would be swollen and torrential by the time you turned back, and far too dangerous to cross.
But you had no choice. Brushing thick drops from your eyelashes, you continued on until a spattering of rosy pink flowers revealed themselves beneath a soaked bush. Gently, you plucked them and stuffed the blooms into the boning of your dress. The modiste had refused to sew pockets into your dresses, as a proper lady should never need to carry anything in them. That was one reason, but you knew the other. The King wanted you utterly helpless. And that was why you had to kill him.
A few hours ago you would have worried about searchers finding you tromping through the woods. Now you were certain no one could find you.
For a moment, it was comforting. But only for a moment. Ahead, thunder cracked and the mountainside shook, loosening boulders the same size as yourself. You had to find shelter. Quickly.
The sky had ripped open, gusts of wind bringing down a flood of rain that showed no signs of stopping. What wasn’t mud was loosened rock, and both were dangerous.
The mountain opened up into the mouth of a yawning cave. It seemed you had no choice in anything anymore. This was the safest place you could have come across.
Dry. That was all that mattered. You kept one hand on the wall, using it to guide you deeper into the dark until you no longer felt the chilly wind clawing through your wet dress.
Again, the mountain shook. This time though, there was no thunder to shake the ground. No, this was coming from inside the mountain.
Fear curdled away the feeling of luck until it became as sour as fear. Boom, boom, boom. A series of horrible thumps sounded. They grew louder, meaning they were coming closer.
Every fable read to you by your beloved mother flicked through your mind in grand procession. A harpy? No, this was too big. A gryphon? No, they hated high altitudes. It must be… a mountain troll. They were huge, but also stupid. You flattened yourself against the cavern wall. It could walk right past you if the rain muddled your scent.
Boom, boom, boom. Something glinted deep within the tunnel. A flash of bronze, like the swords and shields of the fallen soldiers that served your father. Hot steam sailed past your face as you came face to face with something that was certainly not a mountain troll.
Bigger. Covered in copper scales like large flattened coins. Its eyes were shiny amber stones, and you felt trapped within them. A dragon. A real one. It couldn’t be anything but real of course, and yet it felt strange to witness.
“Foolish girl, where do you hail from that you do not know to stay in your village?”
No voice shook the mountains, as you might have expected. The powerful baritone echoed only in your mind, like some strange magic.
Words failed you. Utterly. What excuse could you make to appease a beast of this size?
The dragon huffed a breath, its snout leveling itself at your breasts and breathing deep. A low laugh rumbled through your head. “You intend to poison me? With a handful of dainty blossoms. You shall have to try much harder.”
“They aren’t for you.” the words did not come out fiercely, merely a quiet murmur. Maybe it was not wise to correct him…
“Who are they for, then? Some playmate who upset you?” Sarcasm. You were used to being mocked.
“No,” it took all your strength to say, “it’s for my father. The King.”
The reptilian beast had no fur or hair or feathers, but some ridge along its eye gave the impression of being raised. “Curious.” He- it?- no, certainly he- considered her for another long moment. “What has he done to earn your ire?”
It seemed for the moment you were not in immediate danger, but it was best not to allow yourself relief. “Firstly, he did not tell me this cave was inhabited.”
Another laugh rolled through like thunder. “A grave injustice to you indeed.”
You were stuck here now, but maybe it wasn’t so bad. The dragon was excellent company. “I am to be married and shipped away to a man I have never met, nor written. Some ways away in Rask.”
The dragon stilled, then blew an irritated puff of steam through his nostrils. “That is regrettable indeed, small one.” His body crouched, haunches retreating a little ways back to allow you further entrance. “Perhaps this meddlesome storm was a blessing, if only to delay this.”
He was welcoming of you, then. You followed after, deeper into the cave. It grew dryer and warmer, the stone containing this massive creature’s heat. “It will delay it for sure, but my arrangement is inevitable. I am a prize,” you drawled sarcastically. “A princess with considerable dowry, and my virginity intact.”
Curiosity lit his big eyes. “Is that still what humans seek? Not love? Not compatibility?”
“Human males,” you corrected. “They are the problem.”
“And what if you were not… a virgin.”
Where exactly this was going… you could only imagine. “I suppose they would reconsider my worth in a partnership.”
“I could remedy this for you easily.”
“Absolutely not.” Yes, you imagined this conversation correctly. “You’re…” The words escaped you, but a vague gesture to his size and shape and ridiculous offer should be understandable enough.
“Worry not, small one, it is in a dragon’s blood to ravage poor little princesses.” The words came out a seductive tease as he lowered his great copper head until he was within an arm’s length. “I promise to be oh so gentle with you.”
Your nerves bubbled. A dragon was offering to fuck you. To ruin you wholly. And, it was the perfect escape. For you would not be virginal, and who would think to question such a terrifying memory of conquest? “I don’t even know your name-“
“Eris,” he crooned, “hailing from the Vanserra lineage.”
“But you’re so-“
“Big? I said not to worry, I can amend that.”
Light flared so bright you had to both shut your eyes and cover them with your hands. The dragon’s- Eris’s- body shifted and shrunk until a man stood before you. He had lost the copper scales, but his hair was of the same forge-fired color. The great horns he had worn still rose from the long length of it. His body was toned and lithe, every bit as powerful as his other form. And he was starkly naked.
Standing proudly at his hips was a cock the color of molten bronze, lined with soft spines that you had no doubt served some profane purpose. “I like the way you look at me, small one.” Out loud now, he spoke. His tease was every bit as deep and soothing as the voice in your head had been.
A brief silence passed as Eris waited for you to say something. Anything, really. Nothing came. But he could smell it. The light scent of your arousal found him and his lips bent into a smirk at the corners. “We have no choice but to wait out this tempest. Let us at least accomplish something as we do.”
He was beautiful, wasn’t he? And this was exactly the way out that you so badly needed, the kind you had spent weeks praying for, to any god who would listen. It seemed the gods of lust were the only available to answer that particular prayer.
“You will be gentle?”
His eyes softened. “Infinitely so.”
“Very well.” It would not do to wait, to allow yourself a second guess. A bit further into the cave was a pile of dry, soft furrs, and in a few steps you were laying yourself out like a fine feast.
“You really are a princess,” Eris mused, following after to kneel at your feet. “Shall I ask for the honor to undress you? Or would you prefer I fetch a ladies’ maid?”
“You shall do just fine.” It was becoming hard not to smile at his strange flirtation. His charm. He was right to be named after a sewer of discord with a plan like this.
Eris arched one perfect brow, then slowly peeled off your wet, scrap of a dress. One hand perched beside your head, the other at the small of your back, arching your hips into the position he liked. The reddened tip of his cock brushed your entrance.
“I never expected a beast’s rutting to be so polite.” You couldn’t help the taunt.
Eris’s grin turned lopsided. “Dragons happen to be very refined beasts. A woman like you though… I am tempted to stray from the customs of polite society…”
Maybe, just maybe, you were very into this. “Far be it from me to deny you. To deny us both.”
His eyes went dark. “Ask me again, little princess, and I will give you everything you wish for.”
“Please.”
It took no groveling. Eris’s impatience showed as he filled you with one fell swoop. His movements were not cruel, but they were hungry. Deep, resonant strokes passed every barrier your body had to give until you were melting apart beneath him.
“What an honor it is to ruin your marriage,” he purred, pushing you deeper into the bed of furs.
Your answering moans only spurred him on. In and out, ebbing like the flow of the tide only to force his way back in until each thrust guided him straight to your cervix.
“Shall I give you a babe, as well? Watch their faces redden in anger when I keep you prisoner in my caves.”
Your stomach tightened, hot pleasure bubbling in your core. He knew exactly how to push, how to render you silent and oh so loud all at once.
Deeper. Harder and faster. One taloned thumb brushing along your clit. Eris played your body like a fiddle until you were gripping his horns for purchase and silencing your own cries with his kiss.
A climax overcame you, and the clenching of your muscles had a string of curses pouring from his lips. Hot, silky cum flooded into your womb.
The pleasure felt as if it would never end. And it wouldn’t. Not for a long while, at least. The soft spines that spanned his cock released and hardened until Eris was fully locked inside.
Eris panted through the last sparks of his climax. “You are comfortable?”
“Yes,” you answered breathlessly. Even so, he tucked your bodies under the soothing dryness of the furs.
“Dragons are fussy over their mates…” he murmured.
“Mates? We’re mates now?”
A coppery blush colored his high cheeks. “Well… I… I suppose that would be-“
It was your turn to cut him off now. “I think I might like that.”