falling keeps you aware of what’s around you. In this
case—air and a hundred yard drop. I work with Ashrac out here and
he’s adapting nicely.”
Her eyes are now dark circles of fear.
“He’s a dragon and can fly. If I fall, I will die.”
I walk into her personal space. “Drop
the sword.” It’s in its scabbard and instantly clangs to the
ground. Even though I know the sword she brought with her was a
poor instrument, she worked to keep it rust free and sharp. The
fact that she dropped the new sword so quickly gives me a small
inkling that she is beyond a bit frightened. I grab her arms and
begin dragging her to the ledge. She screams and fights
me.
“ What are you doing? Stop!
Don’t do this.”
Her puny attempts to hinder me do
absolutely nothing. Her legs wrap around my lower calves as I push
her upper body over the ledge. I hold her there wickedly enjoying
her terror. This will be her first lesson. “You attacked me at the
claiming ceremony yesterday. If you were not my chosen bride you’d
be dead now.” I stare straight into her panicked eyes. “Then you
proceeded to break a chair over my head and bloody my nose. It is
within my right to punish you severely. You planned to die
yesterday and now you’re afraid because we’re up a little higher
than you feel comfortable?” I loosen my fingers and she slips just
a bit backward. She’s too scared to do more than whimper. “I will
not allow you to touch the ground if you fall, bride.”
To prove my point, I step back to
dislodge her legs from around mine. I lift her up high and launch
her over the side. Her screams are quite satisfying as I burst from
my clothes and take off after her. There is nothing of her new
clothing for me to grab with my teeth so I use my talons and scoop
her up. I feel her weak fists pounding against the rough pads of my
inner paw.
Good. I want her angry. She needs to
concentrate on the sword not how far up she is. I call to my
manservant to bring me new clothes along with an extra set in case
I need to repeat this lesson.
Her voice breaks into my thoughts,
“You no-good, miserable dragon. I will kill you the first chance I
get. I hate you!” It’s muffled, but each distinct word has my grin
widening. I toss her to the center of the half circle when I
land.
She curls into a tight ball and her
shoulders shake. “I hate him, I hate him,” I hear her
whisper.
My clothes are deposited outside the
door. I shift and stand watching her. She’s crying. Not because
I’ve claimed my right to mate with her, or that I locked her into a
small room with few amenities. She cries because I tossed her over
the ledge. I will never understand women.
Chapter Fifteen
Roxanne
I will kill him. A slice to the gut so
his intestines fall out is my preference. Then I will pull them and
watch him die slowly while in great pain. Maybe a few birds will
land and feast on his internal organs before the last vestiges of
death lock his eyes into an endless stare.
He’s mean. He’s worthless. I give a
loud sniff and lift my head. He’s naked. It startles me so much
that my anger vanishes. His male member juts out from between his
legs and I jerk my gaze to his. “Why did you do that?” I
demand.
He moves closer and I suck much needed
air into my lungs. He waves his hand nonchalantly. “It’s the only
way for you to get over your fear of falling so we can get on with
your next lesson.” He walks past me and grabs clothes that I didn’t
know were there. I have no idea when they were delivered. “Are you
finished gazing at my fine physique or would you like to come
closer and touch it?”
I hadn’t realized my eyes dropped back
to his manhood. “No, please cover it. That thing is quite ugly.” It
isn’t. It’s strange, but not ugly.
He grabs it. “When you finally beg me,
my cock will have you screaming in ecstasy much like you screamed
on your way down when I tossed you from the ledge.”
The ass. “I will be screaming as
case—air and a hundred yard drop. I work with Ashrac out here and
he’s adapting nicely.”
Her eyes are now dark circles of fear.
“He’s a dragon and can fly. If I fall, I will die.”
I walk into her personal space. “Drop
the sword.” It’s in its scabbard and instantly clangs to the
ground. Even though I know the sword she brought with her was a
poor instrument, she worked to keep it rust free and sharp. The
fact that she dropped the new sword so quickly gives me a small
inkling that she is beyond a bit frightened. I grab her arms and
begin dragging her to the ledge. She screams and fights
me.
“ What are you doing? Stop!
Don’t do this.”
Her puny attempts to hinder me do
absolutely nothing. Her legs wrap around my lower calves as I push
her upper body over the ledge. I hold her there wickedly enjoying
her terror. This will be her first lesson. “You attacked me at the
claiming ceremony yesterday. If you were not my chosen bride you’d
be dead now.” I stare straight into her panicked eyes. “Then you
proceeded to break a chair over my head and bloody my nose. It is
within my right to punish you severely. You planned to die
yesterday and now you’re afraid because we’re up a little higher
than you feel comfortable?” I loosen my fingers and she slips just
a bit backward. She’s too scared to do more than whimper. “I will
not allow you to touch the ground if you fall, bride.”
To prove my point, I step back to
dislodge her legs from around mine. I lift her up high and launch
her over the side. Her screams are quite satisfying as I burst from
my clothes and take off after her. There is nothing of her new
clothing for me to grab with my teeth so I use my talons and scoop
her up. I feel her weak fists pounding against the rough pads of my
inner paw.
Good. I want her angry. She needs to
concentrate on the sword not how far up she is. I call to my
manservant to bring me new clothes along with an extra set in case
I need to repeat this lesson.
Her voice breaks into my thoughts,
“You no-good, miserable dragon. I will kill you the first chance I
get. I hate you!” It’s muffled, but each distinct word has my grin
widening. I toss her to the center of the half circle when I
land.
She curls into a tight ball and her
shoulders shake. “I hate him, I hate him,” I hear her
whisper.
My clothes are deposited outside the
door. I shift and stand watching her. She’s crying. Not because
I’ve claimed my right to mate with her, or that I locked her into a
small room with few amenities. She cries because I tossed her over
the ledge. I will never understand women.
Chapter Fifteen
Roxanne
I will kill him. A slice to the gut so
his intestines fall out is my preference. Then I will pull them and
watch him die slowly while in great pain. Maybe a few birds will
land and feast on his internal organs before the last vestiges of
death lock his eyes into an endless stare.
He’s mean. He’s worthless. I give a
loud sniff and lift my head. He’s naked. It startles me so much
that my anger vanishes. His male member juts out from between his
legs and I jerk my gaze to his. “Why did you do that?” I
demand.
He moves closer and I suck much needed
air into my lungs. He waves his hand nonchalantly. “It’s the only
way for you to get over your fear of falling so we can get on with
your next lesson.” He walks past me and grabs clothes that I didn’t
know were there. I have no idea when they were delivered. “Are you
finished gazing at my fine physique or would you like to come
closer and touch it?”
I hadn’t realized my eyes dropped back
to his manhood. “No, please cover it. That thing is quite ugly.” It
isn’t. It’s strange, but not ugly.
He grabs it. “When you finally beg me,
my cock will have you screaming in ecstasy much like you screamed
on your way down when I tossed you from the ledge.”
The ass. “I will be screaming as
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