Chapter 26

Caddoc leaned down and kissed her cheeks, kissing away the tears she hadn't noticed crying. "Are you well, sweetling? Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all." She beamed up at him, smiling with all the love in her heart. "Good morning, my love."
"Good morning, Lady Weir." He kissed the tip of her nose.
Georgie laughed. "Not yet. But soon, I promise. I'll be honoured to be your wife. First, though, I've figured out what to do about the village."
And so she had.
Caddoc watched in amazement as Georgie entered the village on his arm, just before noon. Wearing his housekeeper's spare gown, she held her bright head high as she looked at the gawking crowd that swiftly gathered.
"But..." The baker's wife, a young matron not much older than Georgie, ran up and gave her a hug. "I'm so glad you're safe! Thank the Lord!"
"Thank the dragon," Georgie said, returning her friend's hug. "He and I had quite a talk last night. He has some new wishes he'd like me to convey regarding the sacrifice."
In short order, everyone was gathered in the village square.
Georgie waited until they'd all grown quiet, then pulled a rolled-up piece of parchment out of her sleeve. "First," she said. "I'm to hand over the token. He wants you to know that he keeps his bargains." She handed the lord mayor the pearl, which Caddoc had retrieved from the standing stone just before daylight.
"Secondly..." She unrolled the parchment and began to read. "The dragon finds he has outgrown his taste for maidens. He would prefer, if in the future, the offering could be two sheep and one cask of ale." The parchment was handed to the mayor, who read the new list of demands and nodded his agreement at the words Georgie had written there. Then he turned the paper to the villagers, showing the large inky handprint that served as the dragon's signature.
The townsfolk erupted in a buzz of whispers and conversations.
"But what happened?" yelled Mrs. Jones, Georgie's sour erstwhile servant. "How'd ye get here when the hillside was covered in blood?"
"Ah," said his clever Georgie with a smile. "For that you can thank one of Lord Weir's stray sheep. It had joined me on the hillside and the dragon took a liking to it instead of me. That's what gave me the idea to suggest the new agreement."
Caddoc was unbearably proud of the scheme she'd concocted, seemingly in her sleep. He stepped up then and added. "The dragon brought her to my doorstep this morning at dawn, unharmed. As per our original agreement, I will take her to Weir castle to join her family, and then to my sister in London."
He waited until the hubbub died down and continued. "I pledge that my family will continue to uphold its share of the new bargain. The sheep can come from Maddox stock. The keg of ale will be the village share. Is that acceptable?"
Both the mayor and the squire bobbed their heads in eager acceptance. Cheers went up from the crowd as Caddoc took Georgie's hand in his and lifted it to the sky.
That night, after witnessing a joyful reunion between Georgie and her siblings, he crept into her room at Llyan Castle. She sat in bed, waiting for him, and his heart nearly burst at the smile she gave him as he closed the door behind him.
"So what do you think of your new home?" he asked. Two strides took him to her side. His silk robe fell to the floor as he shrugged it off his shoulders and pulled back the covers, revealing her naked form.
"It's beautiful," she told him with a sunny smile as she scooted to the side to make room for him in her bed. "I almost hate to leave for London tomorrow."
"I know." He cupped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple. He could already scent her arousal. "But London is where I can obtain a special license. And I don't want to wait a minute more than I must to marry you."
He bent his head to suckle, while his hand trailed lower to part her moist folds.
"Yes, Caddoc," she moaned quietly, mindful that there were other rooms nearby. "Our wedding should be very, very soon."
He moved above her and slid his aching cock into her wet pussy, closing his eyes against the sensual homecoming. It felt like years rather than hours since he'd been clasped within her heat, and he knew he'd never tire of making love to his own little Saint Georgie.
There were no more words as their passion took hold, only his shaft in her sheath, her tightness gripping him like a fist. He lost himself in the perfection of it until he exploded, his seed splashing into her with the force of his dragon's fiery breath. She came around him, biting his shoulder to muffle her cries, then kissing the tiny hurt and whispering his name.
"You've quite upheld the family tradition, my love," he teased as he rolled his weight off of her smaller frame. "You've utterly vanquished the dragon."
"I hope not," she whispered with a giggle. "I'd much rather re-enact the battle over and over again."
"So we shall." He knew he had to leave by morning, before the household was awake, but for now he just wanted to hold her close. "You may vanquish me thusly every night of our lives."
"Oh, I intend to, dragon." She stroked a teasing hand over his member. "Even if you're the one weilding the sword."

End Part 2