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The conclusion to part 4.

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Trillia wakes up on the floor of his office. She can barely move. Pain is radiating through her body. She looks around as he isn't in the room with her. She carefully gets up and finds a water closet, rinses off as best she can and goes in search of him. She realizes he is making her find him every time after she begs for his beast, he makes her come in search of him and ask for whatever she needs, proving to him, and to her, she wants and needs him. She finds him in the kitchen harassing the servants.

"Master, do you, do you have anything for pain?"

She hadn't wanted to ask him, she was sure she would pay for it later but she didn't know how much more she could take. He looks at her like he is finally really seeing her. His eyes soften. "Yes, of course. Sit down my dear and I will get it for you."

He almost sounds human.

She is shivering by the time he comes back. "You don't look well, darling." He gets down a cup and pours some hot water from a kettle warming on the stove. He mixes the herbs into it he'd brought in and then hands her the cup. "It won't taste good but it will make you feel better, go on it's not poison. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

She almost laughs but keeps herself from it. How does he think she got this way?

She drinks it fast and it burns all the way down but he was right, it is fast acting. The warmth spread through her and within a moment she felt more normal than she had since she arrived. She looked down and notices even her bruises were fading.

"Thank you, Master."

He smiles, a real genuine smile. Too bad he is a monster.

She smiles back at him.

"Yes, you look much better now, no more shakes and your color looks great. Alright, let's get your friends settled downstairs shall we?"

"Yes."

He motions for the servants to help them. They go upstairs and he faces the chained up shifter maidens. “I am going to move you to an area that, though it won't be comfortable, it will be better than being chained to a wall. I will not touch any of you because of the promise I made to my darling here." He smiles and motions to Trillia. “But if any of you try anything I will break that promise and I assure you, you won't be happy about it. Do I make myself clear?" He growls.

"Yes sir." They say in unison.

His tone lightens as if they are going for a picnic. "Good. Go ahead darling, take their shackles off." He hands her the key.

As she takes the chains off, Benoria says, "You look much better ma'am."

"Yes, Master is treating me with kindness today."

He grins at her. They get all of them downstairs and he tells one of the servants to hold onto Benoria. After the rest of them are locked up he motions for them all to go back upstairs.

"Wait, Master, what about Benoria, she needs to be locked up too."

"No, she is coming upstairs."

Trillia began to panic. "But you promised!"

"Yes I did, and I am not breaking that promise. I am not going to touch her."

"What about the beast?" Her body reacts at the mention of him and she hates herself for it.

"He won't be touching her either."

"Then who will?"

"You will, my dear." He smiles and then has everyone go upstairs.

How is she going to prevent this? She has to do what he says and she had not thought to cover this situation in his promise.

Benoria whispers to Trillia, "It's alright, I know it isn't you, I know he is making you do it. I won't resist. I will play along."

Trillia groans knowing he would make her use the cream on Benoria and she wouldn't be playing along, she would be begging for it.

*****

How much further will they have to go? Drey only knows he has to keep following the glowing staff to find his mate. The sun is setting once again and Rantalian will be forcing him to land. He descends out of the sky and everyone follows him. They make camp for the night. Several dragons go on the hunt bringing back two large elk. They feast on them like they hadn't eaten in days. All this flying is making everyone exceptionally hungry. He also knows that most of them probably are not used to flying this much. He is worried that by the time they get to their mates, the dragons will be too tired to fight. Maybe they should rest in the morning and not leave until early afternoon. He does not want to. He wants to be there now. His heart aches for what Trillia must be going through and knows the wizard is not making it easy on her. He suddenly remembers what the sorceress said about his father. Did the wizard know it was his father that was responsible for the Sorceresses interference? With the way things are going he probably does and is making his poor mate pay for it. He cannot wait to get his talons into the wizard. A low growl rumbles out of him.

*****

"Alright, both of you get up on the bed. I've been very generous today and I expect to be entertained tonight."

Trillia pulls Benoria up onto the bed.

"Get the cream out, Trillia, and spread it all over her, I want it in every crevice."

Trillia rubs it all over Benoria's arms, legs, back, belly and then down and into her holes. She tries not to think about the woman, or how she is touching her. She turns and looks at her Master.

"Very good darling, now shift." She looks at him not understanding. He laughs. "You can shift now, you've earned it. Be mindful though, you still need to behave. I will kill this one if you don't. And don't think the beast isn't fast enough to do it because he is."

Trillia shivers.

"I will obey you, I promise."

"Good girl, now shift for me, I want to see your beautiful dragon."

Trillia shifts without any problem. How long had she been able to shift? She wants to cry at the lost opportunities as she might have been able to fly them out of here earlier and she didn't even try.

"Oh, you are breath taking." He has a look of utter adoration of her dragon form.

Benoria is starting to squirm and moan on the bed but he no longer cares about her. He wants the dragon. He yells for his servants.

"Take her down with the others. In fact, put her in with one of them. "She will beg them to take care of her and if she's lucky they will."

Trillia is upset for Benoria and what she is feeling but she is relieved she won't have to do anything to her. Her Master is lightly running his hands over her scales. "You are magnificent! I didn't know there were red dragons!" He gets up on the bed which os starting to buckle. "We need to do this somewhere else. Shift back."

She shifts immediately and he smiles. "Your eagerness to please touches me, darling." Grab the jar and follow me."

"Yes, Master." She sighs with resignation.

He takes her downstairs to the great hall she saw earlier. "There is plenty of room for our monsters to play together. He hurriedly lathers the cream over her whole body anxious to play with her dragon. "I want to see how this works once you shift, if it still works at all or if you have to have it in the form you will play in." He seems giddy with excitement. His experiments and ointments really get him off.

"Alright, now shift."

She shifts and he beams at her again. "So beautiful." He watches her, waiting. Her tongue starts to loll out of her mouth and she is wiggling and moments later she is turning and putting her bottom up in the air, pointing it at him. He laughs uproariously.

"Yes, it seems it works for this form as well. Wonderful!" He shifts and his tentacles caress her body, twist around her, pulling her hindlegs so far apart that she whimpers. His sharp teeth start nipping at her back leaving little trails of blood.

One of his tentacles slides into her mouth preventing her from making anymore sounds unless she rumbles in her chest. Another wraps around her chest, squeezing, another dives under her and enters her from the front and he plunges into her from behind. He groans. The sweet feel of this mighty dragon under him is even better than he had imagined.

He takes his time, feeling her wiggle and push against him wanting more. He chuckles at her desire for the beast. His chest puffs out. She wants him. That dragon does not even know what he has. This dragon now belongs to him. No one will ever take her from him again. He bites down into her shoulder on the opposite side of the minuscule mark her mate had given her and he gives her a real mark, burning it into her flesh with his teeth. He hears her growl and he answers her growl.

*****

Trillia was surprised when she woke up in his bed upstairs. She didn't remember getting here. She didn't remember shifting back into her human form either. She did remember... she reaches for her shoulder and feels it. He marked her. It burns under her touch and makes her ache for him. She leans over the bed and vomits. This can't be happening. He is making her his and her body is responding to it. Her own body is betraying her. She gets up without any trouble. She looks down and her body does not have any marks on it and then she remembers. She had shifted so any marks that had been there or would have been there from last night were now gone from the shift. Her body actually feels strong again, fully alive. She cleans up her mess and then goes downstairs looking for him. He is on the back balcony, relaxing.

"Ah my dear, so good to see you, I hope you slept well."

"I did actually, thank you, Master."

"Oh no, I'm not your Master anymore, I am your Mate. You will call me, Janthor."

Her mouth drops open and he chuckles. "You know it's true you felt the mark this morning, I felt it when you touched it, and the desire that coursed through you. We are connected now. Come, sit by me." He moves over on the lounger making room for her. She obediently lies down next to him and he pulls her into the crook of his arm and she lays her head on his chest.

"You have made me so happy, darling. I never knew how good this would feel. I feel like a new man, or beast." He laughs at his own joke. "Tell me, did your dragon have as much fun as my beast did last night?"

She wants to say no but even her mouth betrays her. "Yes, she loved it."

He chuckles. "I thought she did. Are you hungry, I have the servants making a delicious breakfast for you, pancakes, eggs, bacon, the works!"

"Yes, I'm starving actually."

"Perfect." He helps her up and leads her into the kitchen. "We will be eating in the dining room."

"Yes sir." They both respond together.

He takes her through and pulls her chair out for her. She sits down and he sits in the chair at the end of the table next to her. The servants bring in the food and they plate it up for them. He watches her, he knows she is almost there. Now that his mark is on her the rest of the transition should be fairly easy. Not that it's been hard, it's actually been much easier to manipulate her than he thought it would be. Of course, he hadn't realized how much concern she would have for the shifter maidens and how willing she would become because of them.

She finishes every bite as she had been quite hungry after her shifting into her dragon and back again. When they were done he instructs the servants to feed their guests downstairs.

“Thank you, Janthor, that's very thoughtful of you."

He smirks realizing how easy it is to please her, making her more and more pliable. "Come, I want to show you the grounds." He pulls her up from the table and leads her outside.

She looks up at the sun and closes her eyes. It feels so warm, so good. She follows him around as he tells her about the different flowers and plants. He grows all of his own herbs for his potions. She actually found some of it fascinating as she has always loved to garden. He suddenly pulls her to him, nuzzling his mark on her neck, activating their connection and she moans forgetting what she was just thinking.

"Yes, you are mine. Say it, tell me..."

She tries to fight it, she tries to just be quiet but her body will not let her. "I am yours." her throat feels tight but no tears come. He nuzzles her, rubbing his mark again and again until she is begging him to take her.

He laughs. "You are insatiable, aren't you?"

She smiles. Somewhere in the back of her mind, another voice saying those words tickle at her but she cannot remember who it was. He kisses along her neck, gently biting his mark and heat spreads through her body. Maybe it was Janthor, her mate. That must be it. He must have said it to her before. She smiles at him. "Yes, I am."

*****

Drey wakes up in a panic. He cannot feel her. He could feel her before but he cannot feel her now. What does it mean?

"Drey, are you okay?" Rantalian rubs the pad of Drey's hind paw. "It's just a nightmare, go back to sleep."

Drey rolls over and closes his eyes. He knows in his gut it is not a nightmare, or maybe it is, one that he may never wake up from.