Chapter 40: Laryn

My human weapons master stands to the side of the door as my bride walks through the large chamber. I watch her admire each piece with complete wonder. You would think she was examining the finest jewels. She returns several times to an overly large halberd. I love the weapon, though it is much too large for her. I walk over and lift it from its stand.
"It's quite sharp, a good weapon, but not a proper size for you. The halberd is deadly and takes a master to wield it proficiently." I step several yards away and sweep the air in front of me. The blade whooshes through the air and makes a unique sound.
She's captivated.
"Armorer, you will have one made for use by my bride no later than next week." Unable to speak aloud, he nods. My gaze travels to my bride. "Choose a sword more suited to your size so we may practice today." I place the halberd back in its stand.
"You truly mean to do this?"
I have no idea why she's confused. "I said I will train you and I don't go back on my word." Besides, I want to see her move in the new clothes. They suit her and they're alluring. I will need to protect my swelling cock from the sharp blade she chooses.
She walks over to a row of swords. "I've only had the one in my life and I have no idea how to test the weight or balance." She peers over her shoulder and I see gold flecks lighting up her eyes. It does something inside of me. I rein it in. My goal is not to like her more than I already do, just to fuck her.
"Lift each sword and strike with it as I did the halberd. You'll know your sword when you find it."
Her smile changes everything. The hard, determined lines accenting her cheekbones fade and dimples appear to the sides of her lips. Her mouth is slightly open. I want my tongue swirling over her plump lips and between her teeth. I thought she wasn't more beautiful than some of my past brides, but I was wrong. When she smiles, their beauty is only a fraction of hers.
I'm glad when she turns back to the swords and begins testing them. She needs to bend her elbow and knees, though these are things I shall teach her. Her muscles are firm and I have no doubt that for a human female, she's in very good shape. I want those muscles defined. And at the same time, I want her to remain feminine. I'm not sure if I can have both.
She goes back to the fourth sword and swipes it through the air once more. "I like this one."
It's said tentatively as if she thinks I will deny her the sword. "Allow me to examine it." Each sword within this chamber is balanced perfectly and extremely sharp. She has chosen a weapon almost too large for her. It will cause her to tire easily, but her endurance is something we will work on. She passed by the delicate swords and showed her resolve by wanting a larger weapon. I hand the sword back to her. "I approve. Bring the scabbard and follow me. It's time for your first lesson."
It's difficult not to turn around to see if she's smiling.
I take her back to the north tower. We climb the stairs instead of descending to the bottom. I hear her breathing increase the higher we go. We stop three-quarters of the way to the top and I walk out onto a large perch used when I'm in dragon form. It's a half-circle and about forty feet at its widest section.
She steps through the opening and I see her eyes widen in alarm. "You me... mean to train me here?" she stutters.
"Yes," I say as I walk to the center of the perch. "When you battle, you must always know your surroundings. I think it will be a more powerful lesson if the fear of 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.