Her Dragon Slyer

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Mallick sat at the battered table listening to his troops prepare for battle, writing a letter. He had come to this valley fifty years before, banished by his bitch of a mother. Closing his eyes, he could still see that day clearly. His mother sitting on her throne like the regal leader that she was, lording it over him and the fairy court as they made their decision of what to do with him. Finally, someone whispered in her ear, the verdict had been passed. Banishment beyond the vail no goodbyes and no chance to gather any of his belongings. With the decision made his mother had stared at him with ice in her eyes and snapping her fingers he was transported to the mortal realm in a blink. Sighing he signed the letter he quickly rolled it up and sealed it with a glob of red wax which he pressed his dragon signet ring into the warm wax. Rising he handed it and a square flattish box to the man standing silently by the table.

“Give this to the woman in my chamber.” He commanded.

Walking to where his armor was, he began dawning it as his mind once again wandered to those early days. He had stayed in the woods for weeks, hunting for food and avoiding any form of human contact. He found the people to be small minded and petty, being far to concerned with trivial things. The cave he had found was far enough away from the village to hide, but not far enough for him not to hear the bustle of market day. And two months after his banishment he had ventured into the village on market day. It was a good-sized village with six or seven dozen villagers wandering the stalls setup down the main street, and he could feel the stares of all of them as he wandered through. He was polite but kept an air of separation about himself like a cloak. Smiling with the owners of the stalls he purchased things from, but not talking. He had walked down one side and back up the other, and with his bounty in hand he returned to his solitude.

Sitting in front of the fire that night watching the flames dance as his dinner cooked, he tensed, looking up slowly when he heard a twig snap in the dark. He watched as a woman came out of the shadows, she was clad in a dress that show more then it covered, and the combination of moonlight and firelight caused her pale skin to glow. She approached him slowly as one might a wounded animal sensing danger, lifting her skirt when she reached his side. Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his lap. She gathered his shirt removing it from his torso, and smiled as she stroked and petted his chest not seeming to mind that he hadn’t spoken. When her arms circled his neck, she leaned in to calm his lips in a soft deep kiss. Moaning against his lips when they part, she began rocking against him, and he finally moved. Stroking his hands up her bare thighs to grip her hips holding her still.

Whimpering a little the woman pulled back, pushing him to lay back onto the grass. She smiled down at him as she gripped her dress to pull it slowly over her head discarding it atop his shirt. He watched her shutter slightly and moan when he began stroking the outsides of her thighs lightly. Taking that as encouragement she reached for his pants, freeing his highly engorged cock. She gasped and smiled taking his length in hand, she gripped it tightly pumping slowly before letting it rest on his abdomen to slide her wet pussy over it. His breathing increased as she lubed his cock with her juices, then he had groaned when she took all of him deep into her gripping core. With only the briefest of pauses she placed her hands on his chest and began to move, fucking him fast and hard. He gripped her hips as he watched her tits bounce with every thrust, and when she threw her head back with a scream of her release, he followed spilling his seed deep inside her gripping core.

With one hunger sated he dismissed her, commanded her to go lay on his pallet in the cave. She rose without a word and did as commanded. With her gone Mallick had sat up and eaten his dinner. Leaving her there for longer than it had taken him to eat he then stood. Shedding his pants, he joined her in the cave. Removing the strap of leather from his hair as he knelt, he secured her wrists at the small of her back. Next, he had went work kneading and pinching her tits and nipples before suckling on them for what seemed like hours. When his cock began to throb painfully, he parted her thighs, and slammed into her. On her scream of yes, he fucked her fast and hard making her cum four times before he found his own release emptying another load of his seed deep inside her womb. Sweaty and thoroughly sated he rolled off her, releasing her wrists with a commanded to leave and never come back. She had stared at him for several minutes it took a hard look and a low growl to get her moving. She had scurried up and out. With her gone Mallick had closed his eyes and slept better than he had in a month.

Shaking himself Mallick came back to the present. Finishing putting his armor on he mounted his dapple-gray Percheron, but his mind wandered back to the beginning. Three days after the woman had found him in the woods Mallick awoke to the sounds of screaming terror. Bolting up he raced towards the sounds, into the heart of the village. What he found there was horror, bodies lined the street where only days ago were happy boisterous people. Kneeling he closed the glassy lifeless eyes of the woman that had ridden his cock so joyously jerking his head up when he heard the roar. Finding a sword nearby he ran towards the sound. He found the remaining villagers trying to fight the dragon that was breathing fire onto the thatched roofs.

With a battle cry that sounded more like a roar he attacked. He hacked blindly at wings, scales, and snout, trying to end the creature that had claimed most of the village. When the beast’s claws slashed, his chest he saw red. Using the buildings that still stood Mallick found a way to launch himself onto the beast’s back, finding an opening between the tusks that ran up its back he gave another fierce roar as he brought the sword down with all his strength loping off the head with four mighty blows. When the head rolled, he followed, summersaulting off the falling body, but he lost his balance at the last minute falling over to land on his back. When his breath left his body in a woosh he blacked out.

Mallick remembered waking after what felt like hours but had turned out to be days. The claw marks on his chest had been bandaged, and someone had inked the dragon on his arm as a badge of honor to commemorate fight. Finding a set of clothing folded neatly on the chair not far from the cot he was laying in Mallick stood slowly to get dressed and find someone that would explain what was going on.

“My lord?” a woman questioned when she saw him enter the hallway.

“I’m not a lord, but is there someone I can talk to?” He asked gently.

“Of course, follow me.” She said dropping a curtsy before turning and leading him down the hall.

“Awe you’re awake.” An old man sitting in a large gathering room greeted him.

“Forgive me but what is going on?” He asked bowing slightly.

“No need to bow to me. In fact, we should be bowing to you.” The old man said.

“Why?” Mallick asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You saved about a fourth of the village three days ago. When less than that would have survived if you hadn’t come.” The old man explained.

Mallick stared at the old for a long time, trying to digest what he had said. Finally, the old man clapped his hands and six men, and four women came into the room. There were three chests carried into the room by the six men and the women carried armfuls of the finest silks and satins from across the valley.

“Tokens of our gratitude.” The old man explained.

“I didn’t ask, nor do I want such things.” Mallick said shaking his head.

“We wouldn’t be here if not for you sire.” The man said.

“Please, take it for protecting us.”

“Then if you don’t mind, I will make my base here against the mountain.” He said looking through the silks and satins as he spoke.

Using the magic passed down to him by his mother Mallick had built his fortress into the mountain, and the remaining young men became the first in his army. The young women had each come his bed in turn grateful to him for still being alive. The old man that had explained things to him had become his butler, with the older women becoming the kitchen and maid staff. Now fifty year later he protected those that came to him looking for help, and with the help of his troops that grew by the young men left from destroyed villages volunteering, and the young women became a part of his growing harem. The older men and women that made it to the keep became either the cleaning staff or kitchen staff.

Mallick sighed heavily as he led his troops to this new dragon threat. He had roughly three thousand men following him, so it made his work relatively easy. The story that Arwen had told him there where two dragons that had come to her village, and they decided to make it their latest nest. Arwen, now there was something about her that pulled at him she was beautiful. Taking her to bed he had found something that he hadn’t had in a long time, she had a power about her that he didn’t think even she knew about. All he wanted to do now is take care of this dragon so he could get back to the fortress and discover what it was about her that pulled at him so much.

Arwen woke slowly, her head a little foggy from lack of food and her journey, and the adrenaline from sex with the Master of the keep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she rose gingerly from the bed, wrapping the sheet around her naked body she walked to the door. Opening it slowly she peeked out into the quite hallway.

“Hello miss, the Master wanted me to give you this.” The butler said, handing her a scroll of yellowing paper with aa deep red wax seal on it, and a box.

“Thank you, could I get some food maybe?” Arwen asked as she took the items from his hand.

“Of course, miss. I will have some sent to you here.” He bowed slightly backing away as Arwen backed back into the room.

Arwen shut the door walking over to the table in the corner of the room staring at the seal on the roll of paper. Slowly lowering herself to the set she gently broke that seal and unrolled the scroll. She was still staring at the paper when there came a knock on the door.

“Enter.” She said absentmindedly slowly lifting her head as the butler came back.

He was followed by a handful of barely dressed women carrying trays of food, and pitchers of drink. They silently sat it all down on the table and left when the butler nodded.

“Is there anything else you need miss?” He asked.

“No thank you.” She said looking back to the paper.

The butler bowed slightly and left the room himself. Arwen read the note again.

Dearest one,

I shall return as soon as I can, and we can talk and explore what is starting between us in depth, it would please me greatly if you would wear the torc. While you wait feel free to wander the keep and ask Fergus (The butler) any questions you might have Or for help with anything. There is an armoire full of clothing for you to choose from, and the chamber you are in is yours for as long as you are with us.

Your Master

Setting the note aside Arwen opened the box to find a copper and gold torc with two dragons heads on the ends that had emerald glowing eyes, stroking it lightly she began eating her meal as she thought. Replaying the night, they had shared. It had been wonderful, and highly needed after her long walk from her destroyed village. She had felt a pull for him the moment she had laid eyes on him, but she couldn’t figure out why. Turning her head, she stared at the satchel that she had brought with her, maybe what she had with her was the reason behind the feelings she was starting to feel. She knew this, she couldn’t wait for him to return so they could discuss it all.

Raising from the table she let the sheet fall away from her body as she placed the torc around her throat walking to armoire to find a dress. Selecting a sheer deep purple gown trimmed with silver she slid it over her heated skin and picking out a pair of soft leather slipper she dawned them and went to explore the place that might become her home.