Chapter 42: Laryn

"Bring your guard up and protect your left side, human," I shout as she drops her shoulder again. If I hadn't pulled back, she'd have a gaping wound.
"I'm trying, you blue demon," she says while gasping for air. "And you're human too."
I give her my finest smirk. "Don't let this outstanding human body fool you. I'm all dragon, sweetheart." I twist my wrist and her sword flies over the side of the tower.
We've trained each day for a week and spend hours building her endurance. Then, an hour with swords and a final hour in flight, though the flying is for the sheer fun of it. When I arrive at her room to begin our training sessions, she's all business and never complains about the muscle-aching work I have her do. She runs, lifts heavy bags of grain, and runs some more. Her eyes light up when it's time for sword practice. I've made her start over and reverse her bad habits. She's frustrated yet follows my instruction to the letter. I've worked with Ashrac many times. He complains and loses interest quickly. Not my bride.
I feel bad that she is locked inside her room at night. It's for the best, or so I tell myself.
I bring her a breakfast meal each day because I can't wait until mid-morning training to see her. Sharing the meal goes against my personal rules for my new bride, but some rules are just made to be broken.
At the end of the day, we also share the evening meal in my rooms. There is a greater purpose for this interaction. I always begin with very few words and act aloof. She hates it. Slowly, as the evening progresses, I touch her in small ways and move closer as we relax after the meal.
At the lightest brush of my skin, I hear her sudden indrawn breaths and see the shivers that cross her flesh. I caress her with my eyes and when she can take no more and her gaze begs me to continue, I pull her closer. She will eventually vocalize her needs to me and I will be the winner of this sexual game we play. I slowly kiss my way across her neck and the tops of her breasts. Her hands wrap in my hair when she can no longer resist touching me. Only my lips graze the places I have deemed the most sensual for her. Yes, I suffer too, but it's the end game that entices me to continue.
My marks cover her neck and the tops of her breasts. Her sweet sighs as I make them fill me with a feeling so strong it's hard to breathe. It's not love, though. It's possessiveness. She's mine and I want the world to know it. The other dragons forever teased me for marking my brides. Let them tease; I want to see this bride covered in the suction bites and kisses I place on her flesh. At last, when I have her deeply within my spell, I ask her to beg for more.
Her muscles go tight and her dreamy eyes fill with gold sparks. And each night, I know she's the most stubborn human I've ever encountered. She rivals a dragon's pigheadedness when it comes to begging me for what her body craves.
Right now, we're standing on the perch, her breasts are heaving and my marks are quite visible with the sun shining upon us. I truly can't help my smirk. "You know what this means, human." I begin removing my clothes and when I drop the last item on the ledge, I shift. She spends the time catching her breath and gazing at my magnificence. Stubborn woman could have every inch of me with only a little begging.
I'm beyond proud that she never complains about what we do next. With sweat pouring off her glorious body and her limbs quivering, she runs up my tail and leaps upon my back. We fly to the bottom of the tower where she springs off before I have a chance to properly land. Then her punishment for losing the sword begins and she starts running up the stairs. A few days ago she barely made it to the top. Today she doesn't stop. When she reaches the upper most ledge, I'm waiting. She charges up my tail and finds her seat again. I love that she doesn't use a saddle and her bare thighs squeeze tight against my neck. It's torture of the most erotic kind.
I've had several new outfits made for her. The one she's wearing today is particularly revealing. A bronze clasp holds the leather hip straps and small twines of supple leather secure to the bronze and cover her pussy. Barely. She uttered not one complaint when I opened her door so she could follow me to the practice perch. I rebuke myself for having such a revealing outfit made. Again, torture.
With her riding me, I ease my cock's forescales back and give the swelling a bit of relief. It's how I've controlled myself each day. In her current state of attire, I need additional therapy and I'm hoping cold water will help. "Would you like to swim?"
Her body is usually relaxed while riding, but now it stiffens. "I don't swim, dragon."
This surprises me. "You cannot?"
Her ire rises again. "I wouldn't say it if it were not true. I never learned to swim. When the village children went swimming, I went hunting."
Hmmm. "Why would a female hunt?" I don't know all the ways of the human village, but I know the men provide meat for their families.
She doesn't speak for a few minutes. This is quite strange because she always has a ready comeback to my inquiries. "A wall collapsed on my father's legs and he could no longer walk. I learned to hunt so we wouldn't go hungry."
"No one offered your family aid?" I bristled and she squeezed her legs tighter. Exquisite torture.
"The village had lean years and no one could afford to help us."
I knew of these years in the village and remember delivering many large sacks of grain. It was almost too late that time. It's easy for us dragons to forget the human realm exists. At least until the claiming is eminent. The drought about fifteen years ago was bad and completely slipped by our magic realms. I think it was Sarn who suggested we check on the village. "How old were you when you began hunting?"
"Six."
She practiced her sword skills while hunting. "Is that when you decided to kill me?"
She whispers honestly, "Yes."
So young and so incredibly foolish.