Chapter 38: Laryn

She's priceless.
I should be angry that she thinks she will dictate about fucking, but I'm not. There is nothing better than a good game of shark and little fish. I know she's a virgin. All the brides are virgins. She's also afraid. Unlike my former brides, she hides it behind bravado. I like that. I like her.
I've seduced brides many times. Once they settle, their frightened mouse persona fades and their true female nature shows. They become cross at some small transgression and I seduce them from their sour mood. I enjoy that game and I always win.
It only makes it more thrilling this time because my new bride is different. She doesn't wail and beg. She doesn't use tears to dissuade me from my course. She uses a chair and even her small fist. She's a warrior and this should be fun.
What isn't fun is the stiff burden of my cock. I head to my chambers and mentally send a message to my manservant. "Deliver a tray of fruit and cheese to my bride. Take care that she doesn't kill you when you do."
I turn on the water of my shower, remove my jeans, and enter the large enclosure. The earth realm has many amenities that make life more pleasant in my realm. Stealing the designs for my luxurious shower is one of them. I run soap over myself and think of my bride and what she is doing at this moment. I picture her trailing her fingers over the marks I've left on her soft skin. Her scent is at the corner of my consciousness and I imagine my soapy hands are her sweet lips.
The fantasy is over in minutes and I'm hard again within a few more. I waste no time returning to another fantasy. Her tight pussy surrounds my cock as I allow her to ride me. Her hair drapes over us and I buck up as she slams down. Her breasts sway above me and I can't help closing my lips around one erect nipple.
Hot sperm shoots into my hand and against the shower wall. A few long breaths later and she's on her hands and knees as I drive into her from behind.
After three ejaculations I'm tired and still disturbingly unsatisfied. I dry off and head to bed. I fall asleep with her sweet smell at the edge of my senses. Today had its ups and downs, but a new bride resides within my lair. What more could a dragon ask for other than having her real body to quench my desire and not a fantasy?
***
My bride didn't kill my manservant the night before, which is a positive mark in her favor. It took me years to train him. This morning, I notify him of the clothes I want made for her. My bride will wear no flowing dresses or skirts. I will clothe her as the warrior she is. She's puny, but with practice, I can teach her to wield a sword properly. She's self-trained, of that I have no doubt. It's rare for the male villagers to teach their women more than simple domestic disciplines. They never train them to fight. I know Acasia went to something known as college. Her human family quite spoiled her. I roll my eyes because it made her no smarter except when it comes to cards. I've heard the stories of Acasia's mathematical studies helping her win. We'll see in two weeks.
I'm curious of my bride's history and thankful we have years to speak of such matters. It's hard for the brides at first. Talk of their family makes them sad. That's not in my plans. It's her anger I'm after. She's a sexy spitfire when she's mad.
I deliver our breakfast tray. I don't particularly care for her tower room, but she must earn the right to enter my chambers. I make up the rules of our game as I go along and my bride earning rewards is a new one.
I remove the bar and enter without knocking. She's sleeping sideways on the bed with the covers tangled around her. Somehow she has managed to remove the sword from the wooden table. I slammed it deep enough that I know it had to be difficult to dislodge. I set the tray down where I'd buried the sword. For some reason, the clang of removing the bar from the door didn't wake her, though the scrape of the tray does.
She leaps to her feet somehow avoiding twisting herself within the covers and falling. She holds the sword held in front of her with two hands. The dark tresses of her hair are messy and stick up around her head. Her bride's dress is all but shredded and barely hanging from one shoulder.
She's stunning.
"Widen your legs and bend your knees," I say as I take a bite of toast.
"Wha...what?" she asks sleepily.
"Your stance is wrong. With a flick of my finger, I can knock you off balance. If you plan to defend yourself, do it properly." I take another bite. "Or you could put the sword down and come eat."
The door behind me opens and my manservant carries in another chair. I nod to the empty space. He quickly gathers the broken pieces of wood from the evening before and exits. She's still standing there with sword raised when he leaves. Her arms quiver under the weight.
"You need to build muscle too. I insist you have the ability to hold a sword for more than a few minutes if you wish to train with me."
Her arms slowly lower. Her face is quite expressive and I watch everything from disbelief to anticipation wash over her. "You would train me?" she finally asks.
I also see intelligence in her eyes. She won't just take me at my word. She's cautious. "I will train you." I nod to the blade she has lowered. "That sword will need to go. It's inferior. Your lessons won't be easy. You're weak, unskilled, and a woman. I will adjust for your learning curve." Her brows draw together and I watch anger simmer deep within their depths. I ignore it. "There are rules that are important in training." Well hell, now it occurs to me that I sound just like Acasia. Damn. "First, you will eat each meal brought to you so you don't collapse. You will take my instruction and answer 'Yes, sir' or 'Yes, dragon'. If I tell you to do something, you will do it." I pause to give her time to think about these rules. "Last, though I may add other rules, you will not attack me with anything but a weapon during training. A chair is not a weapon. If you use your fist on me again, I shall break it and you will be unable to hold a sword for a month. Are we clear?"
She doesn't answer. She walks to the table, jerks out her chair, and sits. When she reaches for the food, I grab her hand and squeeze painfully. "I want an answer from you when I ask a question."
The pain from my grip shows in her eyes. "Yes." I give her a glare. "Yes, sir," she says and fire flashes in her eyes. I slowly release her hand and give a nod to her plate. She eats a third of the food on the tray without looking at me. I eat the rest. I'm laughing inside. This will be so much fun.