Part – 18
#16 of Reincarnation: Dragoness
What is a dragon? Most would say a large lizard, a monster, maybe even venture to say a myth or a fairy tale. In all the books in my master's library, not one talked about what a dragon was. None mentioned anything remotely concerning beasts of any kind save for humans. There were books of love, of medicine, of scientific discovery. There was one book about the biology of humans witch I found fascinating until I found a page witch had been ripped out, blood covering the pages on either side. I closed the book with a start, placing it back on the shelf and leaving the library. I didn't know why it scared me so, but as I hadn't found what I had been looking for I thought it best to leave the library behind me for a time. As I was not allowed to leave the house, my time was spent doing very little. The servants stayed out of my way, letting me wander around on my own. I explored what I could, never knowing when a room would be sealed or when there was nothing behind a door. I did at one point manage to make it into my master's chamber by a small door witch opened at my touch though I hadn't even been trying to enter. The curtains were open, letting the afternoon sun spill into the room. As I entered I looked at the floor, where my foot had felt something that fist night. Almost as if I had been expecting it, there was a deep red stain upon the wooden floor. In fact most of the floor was covered with similar spots. I knelt down touching it gently. It was dry but I knew it had been fresh a few days before. Maybe that's why he had spared me? He had already eaten that night. I knew not, but decided that it was not a question that I needed to ask the master. My ears perked, hearing a sound. I moved to the window, looking out. A carriage drew up to halt before the manor. I saw a girl in a white dress be pushed out into the gates as they closed behind her and the carriage sped off down the road. I shook my head. Didn't they know the master wasn't at home? Maybe it was a good thing. At least this way I would have some company. I retreated to my room, deciding to dress more apparently. I told the maid of the arrival, and braid her to greet the girl and bring her to the library, then to have dinner served in the dining room, and a bedroom made up for the girl... It was no use being rude because the master was not here. * * * Her clear blue eyes were wide as she walked into the room. She reminded me of myself my first night here. "What is your name girl?" I asked, trying to sound important. "My name is Dawn, please let me go. My love will be coming to rescue me, and he will kill you id he finds me dead already. He'd probably end up getting himself killed in the process, the oaf that he is... but he means well." "I can not let you go. You see, I am like yourself. I was brought here as a gift to the master. I am in charge until he returns. I'm sure something can be worked out with your lover, we may have an empty chamber for him to fill until the master comes home. But I had better make sure you don't see him. It would be unfair to the master if you weren't the innocent sacrifice that they think you are. " She looked at me, with daggers in her eyes. "I would never touch a man, not even my true love until my wedding night. My father forbade our union and asked the village priest to do something to keep us apart. I guess that man was not as holy as we thought he was." "They seldom are. Please, if you will join me for dinner in the next room. I will alert the maid and the rest of the staff too look out for you love and to treat him with caution. We don't need any one hurt for no reason." I gave her a reassuring smile, sitting to eat with her. As soon as I was sure she was in her bed chamber, sealed in until the master came home I asked the maid to make our most comfortable dungeon presentable for our upcoming guest, who was sailing the garden wall at that exact moment. As most heroes go, he wasn't too bright. He followed the magic lanterns to the dungeon with no question. A little sleeping potion in his food kept him quiet. A job well done if I say so. If only he had been just another village idiot... * * * "You have done well my pet. Yes a virgin and her true love, how quaint. I'm glad you were able to keep them at bay. How did you manage it?" "Sleeping draft for the youth, and a promises to the maid. I told her that he was in a hut on the far part of the grounds. That he would be safe from your wrath when you returned home if they both remained here and that she stay away from him for the time being." "You could have let them go." "No, because then the village would have thought you had vacated the premises, and would come to claim it as their own again. Though if I had known how dull this girl was I might have put her in the dungeon as well..." His lips met mine, silencing my complaint as my dress fell away from me. It surprised me a little, for I thought after a long trip he would want to feed first, or take care of the matters of the two lovers. But some desires were stronger than others, and I too had missed his company. My hands mad their was over his shoulders, undoing the clasp of his cloak and dropping it to the floor. I started work on his shirt, but was halted as he gently pushed me back into his high backed chair, one leg flung over the armrest in a very unmaidenly fashion. His lips traced down my neck and across my breasts. His tongue teasing my nipples, pulling on them. Biting hard, but not enough to break the skin. He smiled feeling me squirm under him. His tongue continued down my stomach, taking a moment to trace my navel and then downward to the cleft between my legs. In that position I lay open before him, his tongue tracing it's way across my thighs and inward with ought having to use his hands at all. I felt his breath as he blew gently on my clit, making me shiver even before his tongue plunged skillfully inside of me. I held onto the chair tightly. I could tell my orgasm would come soon. My body writhed, thrusting against his tongue as he moved it deeper inside of me. Just as my body was about to let go he shifted his weight. Pulling me off of the chair and into his lap as he knelt before me. I had been so caught up in the pleasure he was giving me I hadn't even seen him get undressed. Or maybe he had been naked besides his cloak, I know not. Either way I let out a gentle moan as h felt his hard phallus enter me. His hands guiding me up and down in his lap, as I was under his spell. After just two thrusts my own orgasm spilled out, serving to lubricate my master's shaft as he pushed deeper into me. When finally he was spent we lay there in each other's arms by the fire. Neither of us fearing anything. Had we known that the maiden had become curious in my absence and come looking for me, we would have dealt with her. Instead she slipped past us both, and was reunited with her love. They broke out of the manor and back to town, but not before learning my role. Prior to hearing out little encounter in the library, Dawn had thought I was a sacrifice as she was. Now she knew what I was in relation to him. That proved my downfall, but that did not come until later. At that moment, all we cared about was each other. Falling asleep as the flames in the fireplace died down.
The light of dawn came streaming though the open window. I looked around realizing that I was in my own room, I smiled getting up to dress and seek breakfast. As I walked through the halls, I noticed that it was oddly quiet. It was strange, yes, that I was naked when I awoke. The maid usually dressed me in a sleeping gown when she found me. Searching in the dining hall and the kitchen there was no fresh food, no chef, no one at all. Worried, I went to my master's room, seeing his door open I stepped into the darkened room. "Sir, is every thing alright? The staff is no where to be..." I stopped short seeing the priest in my master's room. He turned toward me, smiling.
I will never know what really happened that day. All I know was that I woke up and found my self chained to a table in another slave market. This one very different from the others I had been in before. Instead of cages, the slaves were attached to tables in the tavern. I was lucky enough to come during a slow period when there were many slaves and few patrons. I guess most slaves were there just for the entertainment of the guests, and if one made an impression then she would be taken away by that patron. I felt very strange as well. I don't know who that priest was, but some how he had known about me and come with that incense stuff. This time it was so strong that I could not even make my wings appear. I was trapped in a human form. It was almost like a part of me died, though I knew that in time it would I have always had strange luck. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was timing but I was taken away that same day, before the regular patrons could even find me. Most of my previous owners took me because I had a strange look, or my wings, or maybe even because of my dragon form, but this Captain was different. He took me because well... I was the only one who was conscious at the time. Thus the next chapter of my life began, this time upon the sea...