Page 126 of Veiled Flames
Elated can’t begin to describe how I feel. Vindicated also fails to cover the depths of my joy. Or my surging sense of power. I’ve never felt more exuberant, nor so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by every possible emotion at once.
My body was made for this. I’m on a dragon. And not just any dragon. I’m on the behemoth.
I am not a behemoth!Zogar’s deep booming voice vibrates through me, even though it’s only in my mind.
Fear tempers my elation. He’s so angry. “I apologize.”
You are forgiven, little one.
The communication between us is very strong. He can most certainly hear and understand me when I speak aloud, but he also knows at least some of what I’m thinking. While that makes me feel even more bonded to my dragon, I won’t have any privacy while atop him. But given that a portion of his body is inside a very intimate part of me, I suppose we’re far past any true sense of privacy.
He chuckles, and it comforts me, as if he truly understands me. This feels so right. Being atop this dragon, having his pommel inside me feels like destiny. Finally, I can do my part to protect the Seven Kingdoms.
I’m glad, little one,Zogar says.And I am grateful you have freed me from captivity.
“You were held captive?”
Yes. I was tricked and imprisoned.
Anger builds inside him so fiercely it scares me.
My anger should scare you, little one. But don’t fear for yourself. I do seek revenge, but you have freed me, and for that you shall be rewarded.
He moves, shifting further away from the canyon wall, and it’s like we’re moving as one. When we’re a good distance from the rock face, his wings rise and flap, almost as if he’s stretching them, testing them.
We soon will be one, my queen. And to answer your question, my wings are stiff. I have not taken flight for four hundred years.
Four hundred years! He can’t be right about that, but I don’t want to question him.“It must have been difficult to be housed all alone.” My heart goes out to him. “I know how solitude feels, and how it feels to be trapped.”
Your compassion proves you were destined to become my queen, little one. And now that I’m free, it is my duty to find and free the rest of my people.
“Dragons refer to themselves as people?”
He laughs, and it vibrates inside me.Oh, you have so much to learn, little one.
He flaps his wings, and I feel him expanding inside me again. This time in width. The knotting.
That is correct, little one. But fear not. Your body, with assistance from my salve, will easily accommodate my knot. And I would never allow my queen to fall.
That’s the second time he’s called me his queen, and given how passed over I’ve been, I must admit that I like it. His knot expands until I’m incredibly full, incredibly stretched, and I pant as I adjust to the intense pressure. I feel no pain. I only feel secure, connected, and utterly joyful. His bulge starts about three finger widths inside me, and brings forth feelings of security and connectedness, rather than the rising need for release I feel when a man’s rod is thrusting inside me.
And while it’s not like having sex, his knot brings me pleasure.
I’m glad you are comfortable, my queen. Now you are well seated, I will fly beyond this wretched prison.
I draw in a breath.
Do not be afraid.
“I’m not afraid.”
Yes, you are.He laughs.But I admire your bravery. An important trait for a queen. But have no fear, the knotting binds us together. As long as we remain connected, you will never fall from my spine.
Using his powerful legs, he strides, advancing us a dozen spans with each long step. Scraping sounds echo in the canyon as his talons etch its floor. The space Zogar’s housed in is far bigger than the pens in the labyrinth.
Again, I sense anger inside him.
I require more information about my people’s imprisonment,he says.But that must wait. I have more urgent needs at this moment.
