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Oh Elvanan, I’m on a dragon, I’m on a dragon!
“Hush, you don’t want to wake the rest of my clan, unless it’s to battle, or to fuck. Otherwise they don’t take kindly to being awoken.”
“I don’t want a sorry, Elf, I want you clean. You’re mine. I stole you, claimed you. You can’t go around looking like actual shit.”
“Do not try to leave me, it’ll be far worse than the consequence your Master gave you.” He ties the rope back around my waist. “Now, keep up.”
The elf doesn’t know what she’s just done, and when I find her, I will make sure she never defies my orders again.
“Be sure, Elf. Running from a man like me only entices a hunt, one that will end very differently for you.”
“I take care of what is mine, whatever that may look like,” he continues, rinsing the cloth and going back to Drogonah who rumbles. “I also punish those who deserve it. Do you deserve it, Elf?”
“I am Rohan Asgarr. Rider of Drogonah, Dragonbond, and the Leader of Clan Blackscale!” He shakes me, and I try to nod, but I’m not sure I succeed. “I am not your Master.”
I may be weak, I may be quiet, but my silence can also be a strength, a secret one. It’s the only thing I have left.
I stumble after him through the cold and realize that I’m just like them… The sheep. And that freedom is an illusion, only death can set you free.
I’ll probably sweat my ass off, but she can’t be cold.
The clan will never work with her if she acts like this. We don’t do… weakness. Maybe softness at times, but never weakness.
“Now, Dragonbond, you were brought up better than to treat a woman like that.”
“Then grow a backbone.” Her voice is stern now. “It’s the only way you will survive this.”
“Strength can look like many different things. You just have to find it.”
“Who hurt you? Who put their hands on you in such a way that made you scared? Who caused you to have these reactions at the simple lift of a hand?”
“I’m a slave, I don’t have a life, it’s always in the hands of another. Those hands right now are yours.”
“Looks like there’s some fire left in your heart after all. I cannot wait to breathe life into it. For what a wonderful sight it will be.”
“One day, Little Whisperer,” he growls, fingers digging into me. “It won’t be a cloth between your thighs, it will be me.”
“I’m still a slave, just a different type. You can tell me nice words, you can allow me to move around your camp, you can even say you want me in your… in your bed, but I’m not free, Dragonbond.”
“You have fire, Elf. Someone just needs to breathe into it for it to ignite.”
“You like the idea of being protected?” He asks. “Has someone been that for you?” “Been what?” “Thorns?” I scoff. “No.” He huffs out a laugh. “Maybe you aren’t looking hard enough then.”
haven’t known what I’ve been doing since Karag touched her, and I wanted to turn him into ashes for it. And I fear it’s only the beginning. Fuck.
“It’s alright. Don’t cry, fuck, just, don’t cry.”
“This is the only place you belong.”
“Dragorie pride themselves in strength, and it’s you who makes me weak.” My breath catches. “But I don’t seem to care anymore, and that is trouble for us all.”
“Where do I run?” she asks, eyes flicking down to my throat before she looks back up. “You run to me.”
Then warmth surrounds me as I’m picked up, my face in a neck I know too well. I still, slumping in his hold. Safe.
“I’m… free,” I breathe, tears spilling over. “You have been since you met me,” he says gruffly.
“You are more than a slave, so much fucking more than an elf, so tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” I barely get the words out before his lips crash against mine.
“You ache?” “Yes?” “You ache for me?” I nod.
“Your pretty little pussy is going to strangle me in the best way.” I flush at his words as he takes a deep breath. “But I’ll take care of it. I have to open you up first, okay?”
And I want to want this and I need to have it, even if it’s once, even if this is the last time I’m allowed it.
got what I wanted. For the first time in my life, I got what I wanted.
“That’s it, a little more. That’s all of me now. You took all of me. What a brave girl you are.”
“Be brave. Tell me.”
“No one could ever regret you, Little Whisperer.”
“You already have me,” I tell her, my lips resting against hers. “You can keep me, just like I’ll keep you.”
You may be small, but you have fire inside of you. I told you I will breathe life into it and I meant it, so let’s start with a name.”
Last year, I was lying on an empty potato sack, trying to get as comfortable as possible, hoping Master wouldn’t call for me, and now I’m here, witnessing this first hand, though I’m not sure what will happen.
“Yes, but I won’t fuck you to get you pregnant tonight, Little Whisperer, however…” He dips his head, lips touching mine. “I’ll still fuck you like I want you to be.”
“I will keep you forever, no one is taking you from me.”
“Alara. My name is Alara.”
