Page 6 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

The dragon gives a sharp nod and then takes a step back from me.

“I will get you food.” He turns and takes another step, his tail overturning a golden goblet sending it clattering to the floor. I gasp at the blatant disregard for it. A dented cup seems to mean very little when you have this much wealth.

The dragon pauses, casting a glance at me over his shoulder.

“You are not to leave the cave.”

I raise my brows. I’m not agreeing to that; as soon as he leaves to hunt, I’m gathering as much as I can carry and bolting out of here. I could fill the goblet he had just knocked over with enough diamonds to buy a hundred dresses to replace the one he just destroyed.

The dragon turns back to me and stomps closer. His body is mere inches from mine, and I have to crane my neck up to make eye contact with him. His nostrils flare as he breathes in my scent. His fork tongue slips out to lick over his scaled lips.

“What is your name, precious one?” he asks.

“Anwyn,” I say. There’s no need to waste a good alias on a dragon. His tongue licks over his lips again, savoring what I just said. He inhales deeply once more, his scales flexing with the movement, before shaking himself slightly.

“I’m sorry, my precious Anwyn, but I can’t risk it. I must keep my treasure safe.”

Before I can ask what he’s doing, he moves, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me over to a stalagmite on the cave floor. I thrash in his grip, but he holds firm. My eyes widen in horror as I see the golden shackle already mounted into the stone. Grabbing my wrists, he chains them each in a golden shackle.

They are not tight enough to hurt, but there is no way to break free unless I plan to shatter my hand. I pull against the restraints, the cold metal pressing into my skin. The dragon takes a few steps back from me, his eyes remorseful.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” I screech, trying in vain to break free. The shackles clank against the rock. With one last mighty pull, I sink to my knees as my bound wrists hang in front of me.

The dragon opens his mouth but quickly shuts it. He’s gone from my kidnapper to my jailer. He may desire me, but I am no more than a trinket like the ones that litter this cave. I will break free of these chains and make him regret ever capturing me.

With that resolve in mind, I watch silently as massive wings peel and snap from the skin of his back. They expand behind him, the green scales glittering in the firelight. Comprised completely of thick muscles with sharp claws decorating the bottoms, they are as deadly as they are magnificent.

The dragon says nothing more as he launches into the air. His wings thunder with each powerful flap, causing the air to swirl around me and tangle my hair. His clawed feet leave the stone floor as he turns and flies swiftly toward the mouth of the cave. Leaving a trail of rattling gold coins in his wake.

4

LASSAR

Anwyn.

It’s fitting that a woman as lovely as my precious Anwyn would have the most perfect name ever crafted.Gods, she is beautiful. Each moment I spent in her company, she only became more beautiful.

And when she spoke? I could barely hold back from claiming her right then and there. She wouldn’t have liked that, my precious one. Undressing her had been a mistake. I had only desired to help relieve her of her wet clothes, but she was right. I shouldn’t have done it without her permission. I’ve been in this beastly form for so long that I hardly have any memories of how you are supposed to court a woman as perfect as Anwyn.

She told me she is no princess, and that is true. Anwyn is more than just a title. More than any station or jewel or fine cloth. There is a fire roaring in her opal eyes, one that matches my own. I feel it simmering under the surface.

When I brought her down to my lair, I felt many emotions from her. Apprehension, which is reasonable. Then anger when I cut her dress, followed by rage when I chained her to the floor. I meant what I said to her; I can’t risk my treasure. She is the best treasure I have ever found and I will not allow her to sneak off while I gather food.

The thought of providing a meal to her makes my mouth water and my cock harden. To be able to provide for my precious one is a treat I’ve never experienced. My cock has been hard for her since I first saw her behind that boulder. It only got more persistent the longer I carried her in my arms. Her skin is as smooth and pale. It begs for my touch, my tongue.

I shiver at the thought of tasting her bare skin. Of tracing those delicate curves hidden by her shift. I’d sever the wings from my back for just one lick of her little pussy. To spread her out before me and feast on her warm, wet flesh. It would fill me with more satisfaction than a hundred trunks filled with gold.

Damp leaves snag in my scales, and I realize I’ve dropped into the tree line. Thoughts of Anwyn have made me lose focus on my task at hand. Bringing her food so that she is comfortable and will see me as someone who can take care of her as she needs. She’ll never want for anything in my care.

I’ll make sure of it.

I hit the edge ofThe Woodswith a silent thud. The storm is still raging. Freezing rain covers me. I puff a small flame in between my hands to warm them. It was a miracle my treasure found her way to my cave. I can’t even think of what would’ve become of her had she tried to push through this storm.

In front of me is a small village. A long time ago, when I was still more human, I would barter with a few of the townsfolk. Over the years, I’ve slipped a few trinkets from the more wealthy inhabitants. One of whose home sits just in front of me. It is about five times larger than any of the ones around it. A warm orange glow can be seen through the windows while its chimney sends smoke into the storming sky.

The wealthiest member of the town has always lived in this house. It’s been a while since I pilfered through a human’s home, but my Anwyn deserves the finest things. This house will surely have what I need, and then I can return to my precious one.

Overhead, the storm rages on. The sheets of rain conceal me in the dark as I fly to the top of the house. Landing silently on the sod roof, I peel back enough of the grass and soil to peer inside. My wings keep my peephole free of any rain so I don’t risk exposure by the home’s inhabitants.

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