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

CHAPTER TEN

Zane took hold of Stacey’s waist and
gently lifted her back onto the sofa. He ripped his shirt from his body whilst
she struggled with his pants. As soon as they were off and his penis was
exposed, she took hold of it in her hands and began to massage it back and
forth. By Zane’s numbed expression, Stacey could already tell he was enjoying
it.

For her, she
wanted the sex between them this time to be different. No problems with his ferocious
dragon popping out, no hassles about Zane’s dislike of her, just pure rich and
beautiful sex. While she pondered these emotions inside of her Zane guided his
penis into her mouth and she graciously sucked the head of it.

As she did
so, Zane put his hands through her hair and massaged her skull up and down over
his shaft. Then without warning, he withdrew himself and dived down to the
floor to return the favor.

Stacey’s
vagina was already moist before Zane got there, but with barely a few kisses
and licks of his tongue and she was, unashamedly, hot and sticky. Zane of
course, didn’t care about that. That was exactly how he wanted her.

His tongue
peeled the insides of her, opening her up, exposing all that was her. Stacey
leant back further into the soft part of the couch and let her legs wrap a bit
tighter around Zane’s head. He strummed his tongue further inside her, and
then, unexpectedly, dived right into her asshole to eat that too. This alarmed
Stacey as she’d never had a guy eat her ass before, and Zane wasn’t even being
discreet about it. This for him, was all perfectly normal, and made Stacey
realize how much he cared about her pleasure during sex, compared with his own.

After the
sensations left Stacey being hit with surge after surge of orgasmic clusters,
she opened her mouth to squeal in delight, just as he entered her with his
cock. The thrusts came in well timed, the way his cock dragged its way back out
of her each time causing as much stimulating impact as the train crash penetrations.
It was in these moments that she knew she was having sex with a dragon and not
a man, for no man would ever fuck her this way. It was as if he knew exactly
what her body wanted, when it wanted it, and he responded to that.

Zane leant in
to kiss her with his mouth open, to finally increase the feelings of intimacy.
She looked into his eyes, so beautiful and divine, and couldn’t help but smile
at the awesomeness of it all. He gripped her breasts, played with them,
caressed them, made them feel aware of him, as he moved to her ears so she
could hear his heavy breathing. Stacey put her hands through his hair, and let
him keep on fucking her, with a more fluent motion. She then realized his penis
was becoming quite hot.

“Careful,”
she said. “You have to control it.”

His eyes
moved back to hers. And he stared deeply into her face.

“I am
controlling it,” he whispered.

And while the
penis was quite hot, she felt that it was burning her at the moment, and in
essence was making herself even hotter. And even more prone to orgasm.

“Holy shit,”
Stacey whispered.

“What is it?”

“I think I’m
going to cum before you do.”

“That’s
okay,” he said.

And Stacey
was feeling it.

She was
fucking feeling it.

“Shit, shit,
shit,” she moaned. “Back up.”

“What? Why?”

She pushed him
off her in time as she squirted outward and upward, her whole body shaking like
it was just coming off an epileptic fit.

“Fuck,” she
cried. “Fucking hell.”

“Looks like
I’m bringing the she-dragon out of you,” Zane mused.

“You’re
bringing fucking something.”

“Should I
keep going?”

“Yeah,”
Stacey said. “Just keep doing it this way. I’m still going a little bit. It
would be awesome if you could cum now too.”

“I’ll see
what I can do,” Zane mumbled, as if no one had ever asked him that.

A few more
good thrusts inside, and she felt his juices gush into her. Stacey let go the
final part of her orgasm and together they came together, and for the first
time ever, the sex they had was bliss.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

As morning sunlight drifted into the
roof of the aviary and through the glass panels, Stacey wanted to keep her eyes
closed so she could have this moment in Zane’s arms forever and ever.

For all the
hopes and aspirations they had shared the previous night, it was the morning
that would hold the final truth for them.

She was
almost unaware when Zane rolled out from underneath her, but he did not let her
lie in slumber a moment longer. “Come on, my beloved,” he said. “There is much
work to be done.”

He led her
upstairs and retrieved another beautiful dress, this one orange and red. The
embroidery was rich, encrusted with jewels, and so soft to touch. She did
wonder though if it was real as it was, or if he had merely enchanted another
pile of rags to create this.

Stacey turned
now wearing it, and looked to Zane who was standing near the window they had
first jumped out of together. Zane saw where Stacey was looking and acknowledged
the remembrance. Stacey wondered if they would jump out of there again, but as
soon as her interest with the window became apparent, Zane was made to feel
uncomfortable. He stepped away from it and motioned for her to go back down the
stairs with him.

Outside the
tower, Zane shifted into his dragon form and helped Stacey onto his back. From
there they lifted off the ground and soared into the skies, on their way to the
Palace again.

Stacey knew inside
herself, she was worried. Maybe not for the deadly implications of the
circumstances that had unfolded, but with Zane’s obvious lack of confidence in
the matter at hand. It was great that he was going to try and do something, but
that he didn’t have his arms wrapped around it, in full control of the
situation, was nerve-racking. Stacey wanted to give more in the way of
assurance to him, so she in turn could feel more assured, but the truth was
bare for both of them to see – they didn’t know what was going to happen to
them.

Soon the
Palace’s glorious structure caught Stacey’s gaze on the horizon. The sun was
out now, and radiant as ever – last night’s storm completely passed. She knew
by its heat it would be a hot day for the island, and wondered what the dragons
did to stay cool. She pictured them all lining up to swim in the ocean – or perhaps
the Palace had pools where they rested.

They landed
in the Palace’s courtyard and were immediately escorted by a group of guards to
the throne room. Narses was sitting on the throne with more dragon guards
standing around the walls. There was also a pale faced woman standing next to
Narses in a red dress. She had golden hair that flowed over her shoulders and
wore several bracelets on each wrist. She also wore a crown.

Zane’s eyes
locked with hers, and he whispered: “Evelyn.”

“Zane,” she
shot back.

Stacey nearly
jumped out of her skin.

“Is that the
human?” Evelyn asked her father.

“Yes.”

Evelyn, half
smiling, stepped away from the throne. “It is too bad about Conrad.”

Zane nodded.
“He was a brave warrior.”

“He was
killed for your betrayal,” Evelyn murmured back. “So you might live.”

She stopped
in front of him, batting her eyelashes. Then she turned to Stacey.

Stacey could
hardly look at her.

“Are you afraid
of me, human?”

Stacey
winced. “No.”

Evelyn curled
her fist into a ball and punched Stacey in the gut with it. Stacey dropped to
her knees.

“What the
hell was that for?” Zane cried.

Stacey tried
to get up but struggled. Her vision was blurred.

“Something to
remember me by,” Evelyn muttered.

She then
walked softly back to her father at the throne.

Zane helped
Stacey back up.

“The Humans
have been notified of Miss Caversham’s release,” Narses announced. “One of the
guards will fly her out to the pickup point at once.”

“Do you have
the paperwork?” Zane asked.

Narses nodded
to one of the guards who stepped off the wall to approach them. He was holding
a scroll which Zane took and unraveled.

“I will be
escorting the prisoner when you are satisfied.”

Zane turned
over and inspected the document.

“It’s good,”
he said finally, and handed it back to him. “However I request a private word
with Master Narses before this is to come into effect.”

“Regarding
what?” Narses replied.

“The Human
Mage.”

Narses
sighed. He rose from the throne and motioned for Zane to follow him.

Zane turned
to Stacey. “I’ll be back in just a moment. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,”
Stacey said. “Go.”

Narses and
Zane departed together to another room.

Stacey
watched as Evelyn slunk away from the throne to approach her again.

With the eyes
of the dozen or so guards focused on the space between them, Evelyn moved
through it, and said to Stacey, “Alone at last…”

CHAPTER
TWELVE

“So how do you know, Zane?” Stacey
blurted out.

Evelyn rolled
her eyes. “We grew up together. Like best friends.”

“Really?”

“My father
tells me he is infatuated with you for some reason. He said I should see you as
a genuine threat. That’s his polite way of saying you should be executed. I
wouldn’t be so polite.”

“Are you …
jealous of me?” Stacey questioned.

This seemed
to infuriate Evelyn. But she was careful to let it show.

“Why should I
be jealous of you?” she said after a moment.

“Because I’m
with Zane. Because he loves me.”

Evelyn
produced a small dagger from blouse. She showed it to Stacey and grasped the
handle.

Stacey took a
step back.

“What would
happen if I were to stab you now?” Evelyn asked. “I could just say you attacked
me, and it was self defense. The guards won’t help you. They wouldn’t dare.
Zane would be left with a choice – stay here, marry me and be happy – or turn
his back on the clan. How long do you think it would be before he forgets about
you?”

Stacey
inhaled sharply and braced herself for the onslaught. “Bring it on.”

Evelyn’s eyes
went smaller. Beadier.

She opened
her mouth and gave a low, fiery roar.

Stacey didn’t
take her eyes off her.

“Are you sure
you want to die?” Evelyn demanded.

“That’s not
up to me.”

Evelyn
grinned. “No. It isn’t.”

The Princess
jumped several feet into the air and pounced onto Stacey fiercely, trying to
stab her. When they hit the floor the blade was plunged into Stacey’s shoulder.
She screamed in agony and pushed Evelyn’s hands away, ripping the blade out.
Evelyn tried to stab her throat, and Stacey held her wrists with all the
strength she had to defend herself.

Evelyn
laughed at her. “Foolish human. I’m not even trying.”

Stacey saw a
red glow flicker in her eyes as her rage ascended and she felt the weight of
Evelyn’s pressure dramatically increase. The tip of the blade pierced Stacey’s
skin.

Then
something strange happened. Evelyn’s pressure dropped significantly and her
hands began to turn blue. Stacey could feel the blade coming back. She was
winning.

“What are you
doing?” Evelyn demanded. “What sorcery is this?”

Stacey kept
pushing. The blade was almost completely away from her.

“No,” Evelyn
whispered. “Impossible…”

Then all at
once, Evelyn’s pressure completely ceased. Stacey pushed the blade up and it
went right through Evelyn’s jugular.

The blood
burst onto Stacey’s face, and it was searing, scaling – unbearably hot. The
arms of guards pulled her away from Evelyn across the floor as she wailed in
pain. Evelyn meanwhile wasn’t making any sound.

Stacey wiped
the mess from her face and struggled to her feet. The guards pinned her against
the wall while more rushed to Evelyn’s side.

Just as Narses
and Zane ran into the room, one of them looked up and said: “She’s dead. The
human killed her.”

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

Loud cries of outrage boomed from
every corner of the throne room. At the feet of his daughter Narses drew his
sword from his side and shouted: “Seize her.”

The arms of
several guards bit into Stacey’s shoulders as they forced her towards Narses
with his giant blade.

But Zane
stepped in between them and drew his sword.

“Let her go.”

“What?”
Narses cried angrily.

“I mean it.”

The guards’s
grip on Stacey was loosening. She broke away with them as Zane and Narses’s
blades connected, with every last man in the room surrounding them. Halfway
towards the exit, Stacey stopped and turned back to the fight.

The guards
had branched out giving them more space as lighting bounced off each blade with
their sharp strikes. There was a moment where Zane was able to push Narses
back, and in it he turned to Stacey.

“Get out of
here!” Zane cried.

He was again
interrupted as the other man advanced to attack.

Swallowed in
her tears, Stacey fled the Palace and kept running and running as fast as she
could. Her path then eventuated on a group of dragon guards clustered around
the front gates. They eyed her suspiciously.

“Please let
me out,” she cried, falling into one of their arms.

“Why aren’t
you with your Master?” one of the guards demanded.

Stacey looked
back fearfully, not knowing what to say.

“Hold on a
second. This is Zane’s girl. She’s due to be released today. She should already
be at the heliport,” the dragon holding her said.

“Why is she
out here? Is she trying to escape?” another questioned.

“She doesn’t
want to go home,” the first one declared. “She’s in love with Zane so much she
thought she could get away. Silly human.”

He shifted
into his dragon, and the others forced Stacey up onto his back.

Soon they
were in the sky and approaching the heliport.

Stacey was
paralyzed, lost in the horror of killing Princess Evelyn involuntarily, and not
knowing what was to become of Zane.

Was it possible
he might win?

Was it
possible?

Was it?

They landed
on the roof and the guard shifted into his human self so to hand her over to
the security team. As soon as Stacey saw Walter, her friend with the dark
glasses, she ran into his arms for safety.

“She’s
supposed to have the transfer papers with her,” the Head of Security stated.
“Where are they?”

“Do you have
any papers on you?” the dragon guard asked.

Stacey
hesitated. “They’re back at the Palace.”

“I can’t take
her without the papers,” the Head of Security said.

Stacey’s
heart beat with immeasurable speed.

“You have to
take her,” the dragon guard said. “I’ll make sure the papers are sent. Don’t
worry.”

“I need them
by tonight. You make sure you tell your leader that.”

“I will.”

The Head of
Security turned to Walter. “Get her on board then.”

Once on the
helicopter, strapped into her seat, Stacey turned to Walter and said, “Do you
have any food or water? I haven’t had anything today.”

A bottle of
cold water and a sandwich was passed down from the back to her. The helicopter
began to take off, and the air-conditioner flushed into Stacey’s cheeks.

Walter looked
at her whilst she ate and drank.

“Did someone
hurt you?” he asked. “Your face has marks on it.”

“No,” Stacey
whispered. “It was me who hurt them.”

She leaned
out the window and watched the Island disappear from them.

It happened
all too fast.

She thought
about Zane. Thought about him striking Narses through the chest and announcing
his command over the other dragons. That he would be a hero to them. A King.

And then one
day soon…

While there
was still hope in her heart… And the joy he’d given her still alive…

He would come
back to be with her again.