Bearing the Dragon's Child (2 page)

No, it was best not to even entertain the thought. For all I knew, it was just too tried to crush me with a flick of its head for getting close to it again. I backed away and left the clearing after gathering a few other herbs, looking over my shoulder at the now-slumbering dragon in my garden.

******

My dreams were strange that night.

I went to bed after another day of hard work, what with exhaustion seeped into every muscle in my body, and expected the usual dreams. The ones where I could settle down somewhere peaceful with a child to teach as my mother did. It was an escape—a coping method to deal with the solitary life-style by remembering that it could always get better and there was a happier future ahead.

However, tonight was different in that I was back in my clearing, barefoot and dressed in my sleeping gown. It was chilly with a cold breeze that whistled through the trees and tugged at the gown. Despite knowing it was a dream, I couldn’t help but shiver.

Then I heard grass crunching beneath heavy footfalls and turned to see a silhouette coming into view. The shadows parted to reveal a handsome man, taut with chiseled muscle and a fiery mane of red-hair on his head. His eyes were golden like the sun, and so vibrant that they almost seemed to burn in the dark of the moonless night.

I didn’t want to look away, but I felt something primal coming from him. It made me feel afraid, helpless before his might. “Who are you?”

He didn’t answer me. He only advanced, moving forward with proud strides of his strong legs. The closet thing I could think to describe it would be how a predator strode towards his prey, which was never something you wanted to be on the receiving end of.

I took a step back. “Why are you here?”

He still didn’t answer me. And he had gotten so close that I could feel heat radiating off of him. It was almost like there was a fire burning beneath his skin, an inferno confined in flesh.

I was terrified now. A strange and powerful-looking man advancing on me, while I was dressed in thin fabric and in the middle of the night, painted a very vivid and carnal scenario in my mind….

It was a scenario that I, admittedly, entertained the thought of submitting to willingly. It was just a dream after all, and one that was rare for me. I still backed away, only to fall over something. “Ow!”

I turned my head and saw that it was the same tree limb I removed from the dragon in my clearing. The tip was coated it its golden blood and unmistakable. What was it doing here? The question passed when I tried to get back on my feet, only to find it was too late.

The stranger was standing over me. He was looking into my eyes with that burning stare of his, peering at me with a barely constrained lust. He wanted me, and I didn’t think he would be willing to stop even if I asked.

It made me feel hot all over, knowing that I was desirable to someone like him. Not an arid heat or a painful one, but a rather sensual heat that made me excited between my legs. The desire to be touched and caressed danced to the front of my mind almost instantly. I shook my head to drive it away, but it wasn’t so easily banished.

The man seemed to have picked up those dirty thoughts, because he fell onto his knees and reached for the hem of my gown. His fingers were rough and strong as the pushed the fabric up to expose my legs. Yet they carefully traced a path up from my calves to my inner thighs, leaving lingering heat along the trail they took.

I pushed against them. My hands settled on his rough skin and tried to force them away. It was useless. I was too weak to even give him pause; the strength behind his hands was inhuman but precise enough not to break me apart.

His fingers stopped between my legs, and he parted the outer petals with his thumbs to reveal the pink flesh there. A breeze blew through the clearing, brushing the cool night air against the newly-exposed haven of downy flesh and sending a chill down my spine. He corrected that by lunging between my legs and devouring me.

My breath staggered out in short bursts. He was hitting me with raw aggression, feral and powerful, like he hungered for me and couldn’t get enough. The sensation almost stripped away my mind. Only the pride I had, urging me not to succumb to the bestial tongue of a stranger, stopped me from giving in completely. I clenched his hair and tried to pull his head away in defiance.

He used his teeth, pressing down on the flesh hard enough to make his point. Resistance would be met with punishment. Dream or not, I didn’t want that to happen.

“
Okay
,” I said softly, freeing my fingers from his hair. “Just don’t hurt me.”

He drew back his teeth and brought his tongue to replace it, almost as though he was soothing the pain in exchange for not-resisting. His arms curled under my knees and then forced them to spread, leaving me on display for him to sample as he wished.

Time became distant, and a knot of pleasure built up with every stroke of his tongue. It was mortifying that he could make me feel this good with just his tongue. Imagining how it would feel to take his manhood inside of me next made my body loose and eager for it.

Once more he moved in response to the thoughts and desires. He rose on his knees and showed me his reddened cock in all its raw and primal glory. There was no way that would fit inside of me. He would split me in two if he tried.

“Hold on!” I covered my sopping wet haven with my hands and closed my legs. “It’s too big!”

He didn’t listen. His fingers pulled my legs apart and moved my hands. The head of his cock pressed against the entrance there, letting the lower lips wrap around it almost expectantly. Then he thrust his hips forward in a single, powerful motion.

“
Ahhhh!
” I screamed as he sank all the way in, forcing himself through the folds that had never been so deeply pierced. The pain was worse than anything I had experienced, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. It wasn’t a dream anymore, but a nightmare that I couldn’t pull myself out of.

He leaned forward until his head was above mine, uncaring or unaware of my pain as he began to thrust. His massive shaft slipped out with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the clearing, returning to the depths with a strained grunt and low exhale from his nose.

Breathing became easier over time. The pain slowly ebbed away with every thrust, melting as the folds made the shaft slicker with their sinful nectar. It was becoming tolerable, pleasant even. I shouldn’t be enjoying at all, but….

It was hot and hard, stirring me up with every pump. Every time the shaft grinded against the slick walls, they tried to clench and snuggle the heated rod. It was as if they yearned for him to never pull out.

The fiery-haired man moved his face closer, bringing his burning eyes forward as well. His breath was almost as hot as his cock was as it continued to pump away, and he pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t enough he stole my virginity, but he stole my first kiss and the very breath in my lung. He was laying claim to everything I called my own.

Worse, my body began to submit and my hips moved on their own, trying to meet with his crotch partway. They connected with a jolt running up my spine, ecstasy surging through my body with the lewd sound of flesh-slapping-flesh. What was the point of resisting when it felt this good? In the end, I gave in and let him do what he wanted to savor his cock filling me.

The thrusts got harder and faster, the length jumping inside the tight haven that caressed every inch. My body knew what was happening. He was getting ready to explode inside me, getting ready to sow his seeds into my fertile and waiting womb.

While I should have been horrified, I couldn’t be more excited at the thought of having a child to call my own and alleviate the loneliness. And if it was the strong, chiseled, barbarous man who took me for himself and plied me until I submitted, I wouldn’t mind being made the one to bear his child.

“
Do it,
” I purred, bringing my hands to his back and running my nails against his heated flesh. “Give me a baby!”

He pressed my shoulders down onto the grass and leaned back. Putting all the inhuman strength he could into it, he threw his head back and roared, splitting the sky as liquid fire poured inside of me….

******

I woke with a gasp in my cabin, covered in sweat and parched with thirst. Not the clearing, not beneath the burning gaze of the fiery man, and not being bred like a broodmare. It was just me, alone as always, inside my home. It was just a dream.

Even so, it was such vivid a dream that I could feel the phantom sensation of being split in two and then being filled with liquid fire even now. And it revealed exactly what I wanted—to be taken and made pregnant.

I wanted someone who would violate me until I screamed his name, and then sowing his seed inside of me. It was a lewd desire, but one that I could call my own….

Sadly, such a dream would only remain a dream.

I had been wondering what I would feed the dragon if it stayed.

The dragon fended for itself, taking care of my little problem with animals eating my herbs. Either they learned soon, or they suffered for it. It was convenient, if nothing else.

Silly as it was, I was happy to see it was recovering well. Or maybe it was just because it gave me something to talk to without the fear of reprisal. The dragon seemed to like me well enough that it let me touch it without any problems.

Before I knew it, six days had passed and the dragon had healed remarkably.

“Soon you’ll be ready to fly again,” I said. My hands ran along its snout and then patted the tip a few times. “I’ll be a bit lonely without you here, but I’ve gone years without company before.”

The dragon made a low grumble. It slightly craned its head and brushed the tip of its snout against my stomach. Given how big it was, it almost knocked me off my feet. Was it trying to comfort me?

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Though, I keep having these dreams since you crashed into my garden. You wouldn’t happen to really be a red-headed king stuck in this form, would you?”

It made a snort and gargle before resting its head on the ground again and dozing off. Of course it wasn’t. I don’t know what I was thinking.

I went back to gathering herbs to make medicine and then headed home. It was when I was halfway there that I ran into trouble. Two men stepped out from behind the trees near my home.

The gleam in their eyes set off warning bells, if the swords in their hands didn’t give that much away. They didn’t look like villagers. “Can I help you two?”

“Look at what we have here,” the one on the right said, looking me up and down. He was the lankiest of the pair.

The right one didn’t bother with looking at anything other than my breasts. “She’s a fine one, isn’t she?”

This didn’t look good at all. I didn’t have a weapon on me and there was no way I was going to fight off two of them at once. The only thing I had was the reputation that I had been given as a witch who lived in the mountain.

And even then, I didn’t have any magic of my own. “These woods are mine. You shouldn’t be here.”

The lanky one chuckled. “We were just passing through when we saw this lovely cabin and thought that maybe the person living there would be so kind as to let us stay for the night? It tends to get rather chilly out here.”

“Sorry, but I’m not an inn.” I stepped back, keeping my eyes on the both of them. “You’ll have to find lodgings elsewhere.”

“Shame that,” he said. “Guess my partners and I will have to settle for something else to keep us warm for the night.”

No sooner than I caught on that there was more than these two, I was grabbed from behind and had my arms pinned to my side. A gag came over my mouth and my hands were bound in ropes tight enough that it bit into my skin. They dropped me down onto the ground once I was bound at my legs, now completely helpless and at their mercy.

“How much do you think we’ll get for her?” asked the newest one as he stepped over me and went back to the other two.

“At least ten gold at a glance….” The lanky one rubbed his chin. “She looks to be in good condition, but we’ll need to see how good under those clothes of hers.”

The fat one chuckled perversely and eyed me again. “I’ll do that.”

“Fine, but don’t you dare ruin the merchandise.” He turned around and headed towards my home. “We’ll go see if she has anything worth taking with us.”

The two of them disappeared behind the trees again, leaving me with a man who didn’t bother to hide that he was going to violate me. He strode over to me and grasped the collar of my gown. Then he pulled, tearing it in two all the way down to expose my body to his hungry eyes.

“You’ll make a fine whore indeed.” He licked his lips and reached down, guiding his fingers along my bare skin. The rough and calloused tips left me cowering at how they sank below my stomach.

This was like the dream, only there was nothing arousing about it. These men weren’t like the regal barbarian who brought me pleasure in exchange for submission. They were only going to take everything they could from me and leave me broken.

There was nothing I could do. The ropes were too tight, and he was right on top of me. Was this going to be my life from now on? Violated and then sold as damaged goods. I closed my eyes and stinging tears welled up in expectation of the worst.

“What the—Stay back you beast!” I heard the fat man yell. “No, no, no! AHHHH—”

The scream died as abruptly as it began, and the sound of bones being crunched and wet meat being chewed filled the air. Footsteps crunching down on the twig-laden woodland floor told me where the other men were. They shouted something else and gained a bestial shriek in response. More bones breaking and meat being chewed followed.

It didn’t take a scholar to guess what happened. One dragon, three screams cut short. It made a meal out of them.

I didn’t know if I would be next. Maybe that was why I didn’t want to open my eyes. Or, maybe it was because I didn’t want see what was left of those men. They got what they deserved, but I didn’t want to see the cause of the scent filling the air.