Shared By The Dragon Clan: Part One (3 page)

CHAPTER
EIGHT

Just as Zane had claimed Stacey’s
singing voice would make him vulnerable to her, now she felt even more
vulnerable to him. The words coming out of her, almost bringing tears to her
eyes, as she reflected on her life past and the current state of affairs. It
was true, that even while she had always seen herself as being a happy, easy
going person, her wrongful arrest and conviction had brought forth a sudden
wave of horror that she didn’t know how to handle. All she wanted from Zane now
was that he would protect her. She knew there was good in him, and she felt
that even with her singing that somehow the pair of them could fall in love
with one another. Zane was her key. Not just to finding love and protection
here – but ultimately, he was her key to freedom. If he would love her then,
and see the world from her point of view, he would be disgusted by the
injustice dealt to her. She knew as superficial as people could be, most would
still be able to feel for her. So she sung her heart out to Zane, because she
wanted him to feel.

Before the
song was finished and Stacey had opened her eyes, Zane’s lips were pressing
against hers. Kissing gently.

“What are you
doing?” she whispered, shifting away from him.

But Zane’s
body had taken her over and it was the last bit of resistance she would give
him. His left hand was underneath her, pulling her towards him. His hips had
settled into hers and now they were in the desired position. Stacey’s eyes were
open enough to see the determination in Zane’s. His lust, the need to have her,
had possessed him completely. Stacey’s own mind caved in response, and their
petting intensified. In quick ferocity he kissed the sides of her neck,
underneath her chin, her ears and cheeks. She felt him, all over her. With his
pelvis grinding into her, she flushed red and went wet below, lost in the
rhythm.

Then air.

Coldness.

He had stood
up from the couch to stare her down.

“On your
knees, Blossom,” he said in a low voice.

Stacey sat up
and looked anxiously at the ground in front of him.

“Bow before
me.”

Stacey
climbed off the sofa and crouched on the floor, looking up at his knees.

As her eyes
reached his trousers, his voice rang sharply.

“Suck my
cock.”

It wasn’t a
request.

Stacey knelt
upward and began to undo his leather belt from the pants. Eventually they came
loose and dropped to his ankles. She pulled back his briefs and took hold of
the penis residing within. It was hard, thick and continuing to swell. Stacey
saw beyond the redness of the head, a mass of green veins had sprouted. If she
wasn’t so turned on by it, she might have been afraid. It was the biggest dick
she’d ever held in her life.

She wrapped
her hands around it, and slowly pulled it back and forth. She looked into
Zane’s eyes for a moment, trying to engage with him. There was a sadness to
them, Stacey was sure she could see it. But in front of that, his resolve was
as sure and deadly as the edge of a sword. She looked back down a moment, and
then opened her mouth.

She submitted
to his command.

CHAPTER NINE

The blowjob lasted a couple of
minutes. After that, Zane decided he’d had enough and pushed Stacey’s mouth
away, with a hand on each cheek. She looked up at him, batting her eyes, unsure
of how to proceed next.

“Stand up,”
Zane ordered.

Stacey
climbed to her feet, looking at him meekly.

“Take it
off.”

Stacey’s
removed her arms and pulled the gown up over her head. She was just in her
underwear now.

“All of it.”

Her lips
curved inward. Still, she continued to satisfy his demands.

“Now take
mine off.”

Stacey moved
towards him and knelt to his feet. She removed the trouser legs from each
ankle, and stood up to confront his chest. Her fingers slipped underneath his shirt
and she pulled it over him. As it hit the floor, Zane took her in his arms.

Pressed
against his rock hard chest, Zane’s mouth was buried in Stacey’s hair. It felt
awkward standing there naked with him, so she tried to back away a little. She
guided him onto the floor with her. Soon enough once there, he flipped her on
her stomach and spread her butt cheeks apart. No sound. No hesitation. He
gently eased his way inside her, and a shot of pleasure rocked her insides.

“Oooh,” she
exclaimed.

His hands felt
harsh against her smooth skin, and his delicateness seemed to be rapidly on the
fall. They move across her buttocks and underneath her belly, as he continued
to thump her, harder and harder. He took hold of her breasts, his fingers
caressing her nipples. She moaned, howled, let all her excitement out. He
wasn’t moaning, but his breathing was loud. It wasn’t just the physical work
out that was making him tired – by the sound of it there was a vicious hunger
that owned it. He sounded like he was chasing something. She heard his teeth
chomping down together and then all at once his hands became warmer.

As did his
legs pressed up against her.

And his cock
inside her.

Stacey turned
to look behind her and saw that his skin was now green, and it had a different
texture. He was so warm against her, inside her, that it almost hurt now. His
breaths became stifled roars and while she was too afraid to look back again,
she could feel his fingers had now become claws.

He was
shifting.

Shifting
during sex.

And despite the
pain and outrageousness of it, Stacey loved the sensations more for it. The sex
had taken on a whole other shape. A whole other meaning.

A whole other
experience.

As he held
her face down to the floor and shot his load inside her, she didn’t just feel
his orgasm between her legs, but it was in her arms. Her back, her stomach. As
she moaned and breathed in sync with him, she could feel it there too.

There were no
other words for it.

CHAPTER TEN

Once he had withdrawn himself from
her, Zane abruptly left the room. His treatment of her after what they had just
experienced together, left Stacey feeling used and rejected. She sat up, angry
with herself that she experienced the pleasure in such the way that she did.
Her body had betrayed her. After all… What had just happened between her and
Zane? Did he not love her now? Was this part of just testing her out? For the
others?

Oh no…
she thought.

Then became
angry again.

“Get it
together,” she whispered to herself.

She stood up
and reached down for the discarded gown. She put it back on and sat on the
sofa.

The fruit
bowl stared back at her.

Stacey wasn’t
sure about what would happen next, but she wished she had more control of it.
She didn’t understand why Zane had left her in such a quick fashion, even if he
was morphing into his other form. Just that she didn’t understand it highlighted
the fact that she knew very little about him – only that they’d just met and
what had happened didn’t mean anything. But she was over-thinking it.

Zane returned
to the room ten minutes later. He was back to his human form and dressed in new
clothes.

“Hi,” Stacey
waved.

His dark eyes
centered on her as he crossed the room. “Hello.”

He stood in
front of her.

“What?” she
questioned.

“I can never
really figure out what to say afterwards. Make a joke. Ask you how it was.
Pretend it didn’t happen, business as usual.”

Stacey
inhaled.

“But you did
okay, you know? Obeying me and stuff.”

“Are you
making fun of me?” Stacey replied.

“Yes,” Zane
said icily. “Because that’s what you are. A bit of fun.”

“Thanks a
lot.”

“You’re
welcome. Now stand up please. Face me properly.”

Once on her
feet again, he put his arms around her and leant in for a kiss.

It was as
sudden as it was intense.

“Now give me
that hand of yours,” he murmured. As he said this, he seized her right and
jerked her towards the entrance with him as he headed towards the stairs.

“Where are we
going?” Stacey asked breathlessly.

“Wherever I
say.”

Not much of
an answer.

The staircase’s
spiral swung round as they ran together up it, higher and higher, until they
reached the top. The pale green walls had gradually become richer, darker as
they went there, and the air had become cooler and more clear.

In front of
them was a set of glass red doors, with an eloquent design shaped around the
borders. Zane put his palm down on the handle, and they made their way inside.

Once there,
he let go of Stacey’s hand. She was free to wander across the carpet which was
facing a large pair of windows overlooking the island below. As she stood
there, watching the wind rustling through the trees, and the sun’s rays grow
dimmer still, Zane’s attention was diverted to a closet behind her.

“I’m afraid
I’ll need your clothes again,” he said in a low voice.

Stacey turned
slightly. “I thought we’d finished.”

“I have
something else for you to wear.”

Stacey nodded
meekly and removed the gown once more.

“Put it on
the bed,” Zane said, his back still turned.

Stacey put
the gown on the bed and instantaneously it changed into that of her old prison
clothes. She felt the distinct need to cover up.

“Come here,”
Zane directly.

Stacey walked
slowly towards the the closet where her lover was holding out a gold, diamond
encrusted dress in front of the mirror. Stacey’s jaw dropped at the sight of
its beauty.

“What is
this?” she asked.

“As we will
soon be dining with the Dragon King, you will be expected to be pleasing to his
eye. Those rags I had you in earlier would not fool him.”

Zane helped
her into the dress and zipped her up from the back. His hands then moved
towards her shoulders. With her watching him in the mirror, he lent down and
kissed her neck.

“He won’t
want anything to do with me, will he?” Stacey asked.

“Who won’t?”

“The Dragon
King.”

Zane laughed.
“Of course not.” He then let her go and proceeded towards the window.

Stacey’s gaze
followed him.

“Why is that
funny?” she asked.

“The Dragon
King has no interest in peasant girls,” he muttered.

“But then why
do I have to wear this dress?”

“It is a
matter of courtesy,” Zane said. He turned. “Do you not like the dress?”

“I do. It’s
lovely thank you.”

“Of course it
is.”

Zane pulled
back the window’s latches and pushed it open, so they were one with the open
air.

“When are we
leaving?” Stacey asked.

“Come here.”

Stacey went
to him and stood opposite, whilst he placed his hands on her shoulders once
again. He kissed her lips.

“How about
right now?” he whispered.

“Now?”

“Now.”

He took her
hand and lead her further out towards the window.

“When I say
three, jump with me.”

Stacey’s eyes
bulged. “What?”

“One…”

Stacey looked
at the ground below.

“Two…”

Stacey looked
at the sky above.

“Three…”

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

Stacey didn’t jump. Zane pushed her
out the window. And he was there with her too. Their small bodies, dots on the
horizon, sailing towards the base of the tower. Stacey’s heart beat so fast she
could hear it in her ears. Her realization that she was about to die, resulted
in a scream that never managed to leave her lips. And before the last part of
the drop, she wasn’t falling anymore. Something had come to her rescue. Now she
was sailing.

“Zane…?”

Stacey opened
her terrified eyes.

There she was,
her legs wrapped around this reptilian beast, flapping its wings to rise above
the tower. She shrieked, almost slipping off the back entirely, before somehow
managing to steady herself. Of course she now realized the creature she was
riding now was a beautiful green dragon, which also meant that she was riding
Zane.

“Oh my
freaking God,” Stacey cried.

Her mouth
closed, almost frozen with disbelief, she braced herself as the dragon’s wings
increased in speed and their flight became an unquenchable rush.

Slow down,
Stacey
thought.
You’re scaring me half to death here.

She wondered
though if Zane would even hear her. The sound of his wings in accompaniment
with the wind meant she could barely even hear herself think. Her eyes were
becoming blinded by the aching sunset they were now steering towards, so
instead she closed them. And kept her complaints bottled up.

It’s not as
if, he’s actually going to listen.

She was his
property now. She actually preferred that concept than not knowing who she
belonged to. After all, the sex was consensual between them, and she liked the
idea of being possessed by someone who at least had some type of power. She
didn’t know much about the political world of dragons, but then perhaps someday
soon she would.

The true test
for her would be to persuade him that she was his perfect match. That was just
a concept for now, her trying to make him fall for her… And it was such an idea
that would probably eventuate to little in the face of what was about to
unfold. She wished that she could be honest with Zane – open up to him, and
have him do the same. For now the moment though was utter bliss, so she calmed
her thoughts and allowed herself to take it all in.

The sunset
had almost passed.

In the sky,
the faint appearance of stars emerged, as the King’s Palace loomed in the
distance. By now, Stacey’s anxieties were at peace with the dragon riding, and
the side of her face was gently submerged in his tiny scales. She felt his heat
underneath them – his breath, his fire, his soul. As an aspiring veterinarian
she had always had a thing for animals. Especially in their differences to
people. Zane wasn’t a man, and he wasn’t an animal. He was a unique, god-like
combination of the two. Perhaps that was why she already felt attached to him –
his animal side rather – as even though no words were being spoken between them
now, communication was taking place. She knew she felt it.

She knew he
felt it too.

What would
become of the pair then, when it was time for them to play their hand?