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As far back as Alyxis Winters could recall she had been brilliant. From the time she entered school she knew that she was as different from her fellow classmates as her parents would have been. They were nice enough children, but from the time she first felt the soft paper of a book beneath her fingers she had other things to fill her mind with. While they spent their days on the playground building castles to dwell in as princesses or even forts to defend as soldiers, she was curled to the side with a book that was far too thick propped right against her knees. She let her eyes travel over worlds that spun out something beautiful and amazing. She never found herself attracted to fiction, instead she found beauty in the simplistic set ups of mathematic problems to the more advanced lessons of the higher sciences. It was well ordered and well made so that it made sense in her own mind. She arranged them in a certain pattern and followed it to its natural conclusion.

It wasn't until she reached middle school did she find herself pausing as she was no longer quite on the same solid ground that she had been in. Where she had been happy studying her books and rapidly out striping her fellow students, she found that her former classmates turned their disdain on her for showing them up. Their aloof tendencies turned into outright aggression until she had been baffled and stopped raising her hand and answering the teacher. She learned to keep that knowledge strictly to herself. Her parents learned of it eventually and started to home school her so that all went well until she was in high school and forced to return. It had been a shock to find her former classmates growing into bodies that turned curvy and showed off the pale cream coloration of their skin. They decorated their faces with make up as wildly to accentuate themselves. It left Alyxis feeling strangely out of tilt with all of them.

She had grown up to be tall, nearly six feet tall and her body was slender and willowy. She didn't have deeply curved hips or ample breasts, instead she just showed a slight softening to her features in general. She kept her head down and her mouth shut most of the time. The stinging words that teased her about her looks taught her to keep out of their way. It was hinted that she was more boy then girl, that she must be a boy trying to pass himself off as a girl. It was with relief that she latched onto college life and finally found almost a niche for herself. She was still an outcast, but in college there was often too much to do to actually pay attention to the petty comments of others. She felt challenged for the first time in her life and she set about making her life her own. She shunned help from her parents and instead found a job at a small new age shop in the University district that she could use to pay her apartments rent.

The girl enjoyed that quiet life. The New Age shop rarely had more than a handful of customers a week and even then they were eclectic enough they didn't say more than a few words to her or ask after the newest releases. The place sold many books by authors that seemed to be largely named after colors and animals, but it also sold incense, herbs, statues, and various equipment that they told their clients would ensure they could cast any spell. The owner though was a well meaning older man that never minded the fact she drug her homework in or that she didn't really believe. She was personable enough to those odd clients that came in and that's what seemed to matter. The only time that she found herself restless was during the summer break when she didn't have classes or homework to occupy her time with and she spent long hours in the chilly slightly dark shop watching teenagers giggle and point each time they came in.

There was little doubt why she started to thumb through the shops books. Alyxis hadn't met a book she couldn't read yet. She didn't enjoy fiction, but if she was ever in the mood to just pass time she had no complaints about reading. She started on the more esoteric books, but rapidly had to put them back as being mostly made up of things she could see children doing while wrapped up in purple bathing robs in their attempt to mimic a popular wizard book. She'd gone next to the books on various herbs and found those far more entertaining and informative when compared to her first finds. They made mention of various medical uses for plants, but they also seemed to have a very good grasp on what the plants could really be used for medically. These ones she made notes on and felt a bit more sure the next time she saw someone thumbing through them that she could talk with them easily enough on the subject matter. After those she went on to various gem stones and crystals that were less interesting, but still informative.

By the near end of summer she found herself flipping through a new book when she found the treasure that the shop had been withholding from her. While the rest of the books were made up of chanting and waving wands or splashing water because it made the water sprites happy, this one made some sense. It approached its theories with a scientific air that made her sit up and take notice. It spoke of how there was a fourth dimension. It made it clear that it wasn't talking about something so trivial as a bad rerun of the Twilight Zone, but that the dimension ran parallel to their own. It couldn't be accessed yet because modern technology didn't know how exactly to try and reach it. Instead it had a possibility of being accessed if someone was willing to work on a level that could possibly connect with the wave length of the alternate reality it could be breeched. The more she read the more fascinated she became as they started to cite references.

She'd been loath to leave the book even when it was time to close, but she left it tucked under the counter until she returned the next day. This time she arrived with a sense of eager anticipation as she opened it up and continued her reading. The worlds that they described seemed to vary from place to place. Some possessed far higher tech and intellect then here, some were almost the same, others were far behind the state of her current world. The more she read, the more she started to itch to connect with one of them. The descriptions of a civilization that had possibly been founded entirely on science instead of religion was the one that made her pulse speed up and with a slight flush she had made her purchases that night from her boss. The older man just gave her a tolerant smile and a warning to be careful with what she did with them before she was sent on her way. Did he believe what he sold or did he simply tease her since she had rolled her eyes so often at those making purchases just like her own?

Alyxis got home and started to lay out the things she'd bought with her stomach twisted up in differing feelings. On the one hand it was incredibly embarrassing to be doing this. It seemed like something a child would do. Yet she only had to look at the book to reaffirm to herself that she wanted to do this. She was tired of always being alone, looked down on, mocked quietly. She didn't have any friends, no one to turn to or confide in. She could have talked to her parents, but that was all the more demeaning. She didn't even want to think about trying to date. Most of the boys took one look at her and passed her over as if she had the plague. Her boyish figure wasn't what they were looking for at all. They wanted something better, sweeter, more toothsome then herself. She closed her eyes slightly and centered herself as she felt the threatening sting of tears starting to well upwards as she pulled out the small bag of ground graphite and crystals.

It glittered like silver as she scooped it out carefully and followed the lightly marked lines on the scarred and scuffed wooden floor of her apartment. Carpenters measuring tape had allowed her to mark it in chalk, while the silver powder started to trace the six pointed star she had painstakingly drawn. She hardly dared breath for fear of disturbing the dust as if fell. She treated this as she treated everything else in her life. With precise measurements and calculations to make sure that she was able to come up with the perfect results. When she was done she had circled the star three times in circles that wrapped around each other growing ever larger. It took up the largest portion of her living room and broached into the bedroom which wasn't even really a bedroom. It was just her bed pushed into a corner with a worn sheet hanging up to make sure that it was closed off from the rest of the room. She dusted her hands off before picking up the small fat red wax candles to place at each point of the star.

Alyxis started to feel slightly foolish as she looked at the marking on the wooden floor. It looked just as if she'd stepped into one of the countless movies about teen witches that could be found on the market. She rubbed her hands down against her jeans lightly and brushed the material back and forth so that the excess powder started to fall off and almost snatched up the broom to swipe away the symbol. What was she thinking? Just because the voice made sense to her, didn't mean it was right. It was probably just because she so badly wanted to make the world into something she understood or somewhere that she belonged that she was letting it lead her astray. The book itself was propped up on a pillow she'd drug from the couch with a heavy school book on it lengthways so that it was held apart naturally.

"Stop being such a wimp." She muttered under her breath before she pulled out the pocket book of matches and started to light the candles.

The sense that this was all some strange movie was just reinforced once she had all the candles burning merrily along and lighting up her apartment. She refused to think of it anymore, instead she wriggled into her bathrobe that fell down just past her knees and carefully picked her way over the powdered lines that made up her circle. She kept on her tip toes to make sure she didn't ruin any of her hard work before she dropped down in a sitting position right in the middle. The book was resting in her lap as she looked down at it and let her finger trace over the words. They were all words that were the same backwards or forwards, it was a common theme with magic. She could almost understand the reasoning behind the way it was set up. She drew in a breath and stared into the darkness of her apartment as her cheeks flushed and she started to whisper the words in an undertone. Starting off softly and rapidly rising up in pitch.

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Coldfire was a creature that should not exist. Not in any state of mind or in any form. He was a creature that stood outside the rest of the world just by his existence, but he never seemed to care one wit about it. He stood over six feet tall from head to toes, which would have been short had he been fully a dragon. He lacked their wings and his features were softened and strangely set on his face. His face had the slightest hint of a muzzle giving him more mobile lips and framed the intensity of his eyes perfectly. He didn't have the wings that had made half of his family so famous, his back was bear and smooth beneath the leather jerkin and the chain male that spilled over it. The chainmail was simply a mark of his service, it didn't protect him. His own scales protected him from far more, despite the fact they seem fragile looking. They gave him a faint silver-blue sheen that sent a rainbow of colors rippling over him in the right light.

He was not the only one of his kind, he was certain there had to have been others in the distant past that had been forgotten. Dragons and humans often ended up in strange situations together, though often was a nebulous word when it was given by beasts that counted their lives in centuries rather than years. His mother had been a dragoness that was glorious female that had been colored after every color of the skies. From the palest robin's egg blue to brilliant sapphires. Her coloration had been part of her pride and joy when ventured into the world and by happenstance that coloration was what had made her come across his father. He had been caught up by bandits, far more then he could have handled on his own despite the fact he had earned his spurs as a knight two years prior. They hadn't been able to contain their glee though when they came upon a slumbering dragoness that seemed to be made of spun jewels and had launched into an attack.

His mother was fond of recounting their shock, dismay and horror when she had come to life and driven them back. They had stumbled and tripped over each other as they tried to evade swipes from her paws or snaps of her teeth only to find the knight they had thought they had managed to bind up securely free and quite angry. Between the pair of them they had subdued the group and found themselves sharing a victory dinner of their supplies while they rested so they could herd them to the nearest town. It had started out so innocently, in the form of mutual respect and admiration for one another's abilities and quick wit. The dragoness had found herself charmed by the knights soft voice and sweet words of praise for her fighting and so when the time came that she had professed that she should have gone home, she found herself lingering. What greater tale could she find then companioning the fine knight?

They had quickly lost any secrets between them as the days and weeks turned into months and years. At first she had told him that a few days or even weeks were merely a blink of an eye to her kind each time he offered his worries that others would be concerned at her disappearance. Soon he stopped asking and simply basked in her kind heart and sweet words. It had been a shock when he found out that she could turn into a human, though the night that she had he found his tongue no longer worked quite right. She had entered his tent as naked as a nymph with her eyes cast down to hide the expression in them while she flushed along the rise of her cheeks. They both told of how he had been unable to say anything, up until she had stammered an apology thinking he was turning her away and went to leave. Then he found his tongue and so much more when he drew her into her arms and let himself show just how deeply that he cared for her, loved her, adored her.

Coldfire had been the result of that union. She had awoken a few weeks later after an enjoyable tryst with her human friend and gone to return to her draconic form and found herself locked in the two legged one. They had both ruefully found out that her guise as a human was utterly complete, all the way down to reproduction. Nine months later he had been born, but to their shock he wasn't entirely human despite the human form of the one that carried him. He had come out with soft pliable scales and slightly sharpened teeth. His hands only had three fingers and one thumb that ended in curved talons that darkened as he aged. And down along the curve of his spine was a dragons tail whole and complete. The symbol of their love had been made flesh, though neither had been sure he would live or what would be the result of being a half breed.

But he did live. He grew and flourished with an intelligent mind and an eagerness to prove himself. It had been years before he realized that he didn't fit in the way he envisioned himself. Others shied away from him as if he were something strange and perhaps terrifying, no matter how much he tried to behave as a human they only saw the dragon half. By the time he was a young teen he had found himself quietly reserved, but intensely eager to prove himself worthy of being a knight like his father. He had trained and followed every code far beyond what was called for just to be a knight. He knew that the land held not just the calm and civilized city of his birth with the people ruled by a just and wise king. There were wild lands that spread throughout the world and were haunted by orcs and goblins that would eat, kill, rape and enslave those that they thought had no other protection.

The mountains held the dwarves that were hidden deep within their cities mining and working metal as they always had. They made no attempt to venture into the world, but they did not forbid visitors. It was there that he had gone to have his armor made. No human armor would fit his strange shape or the way his muscles were formed, but they had been eager for the challenge until he had a breast plate and shin guards, a sword and helmet all done in scrollwork of stylized dragons. It was a way to ensure that his mother was close to him as his father was while he served his duties. He had almost ventured to find the elves to see what he could learn from them, but they had no desire to mingle with half breeds or any creature they deemed mortal. They were as insubstantial as mist and water when he tried to grasp them. It was that reason why he was sent out as a wandering knight rather than stay at court.

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Alyxis shuddered slightly and then coughed until she felt like her chest was about to contract. She could still taste smoke on the back on her tongue from those candles and the incense she had lit some time during the night. Her mind felt slow and heavy as she tried to figure out if she had passed out on the floor or if she'd managed to drag herself to bed. She had spent the night chanting the words over and over again until they were branded into her mind. She had said them and kept her eyes open trying to see if anything responded to them. At first it had been easy, she had recited far longer speeches in her time as a student, but as the time passed she found herself fumbling over them and trying to remember what it was she was saying. The candles had started to burn lower and lower towards the ground until one of them had gone out sending a wisp of smoke up into the air while she watched it with keen eyes. And then another had followed the first.

She almost remembered the feeling of the world getting light around her as lack of sleep, the incense and simply the amount of chanting started to make her world swim. She had tried to stay awake, but she vaguely recalled unconsciousness rising up and rolling over her until she had fallen asleep where she sat. She shifted again and moved to sit up when she heard a low growl coming from near by and froze. It almost sounded as deep as a dogs growl, but it wasn't right. It wasn't a cat either. Besides she didn't own a cat or a dog. She cracked open one eye to find a face leering down at her, the lips parted to show blunt yellowed teeth as he let out a another one of those low growls that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. She sucked in a breath and shuddered as she tried to find her voice, her lips parted open before her mind snapped into action. She let out a shrill shriek and moved her hand up to try and push the man away.

"Eh! She's awake alright!" The man stood up and gave a smile to someone out of view. "Shriekin' like the devils own self!"

"Cor, course she would! I would too if I woke up ta lookin' at that ugly face!" The other one barked out laughter while she scrambled back away from the voices. "Aww don't ya try runnin' lass, ya don't want us bein' mean to ye."

Alyxis tried to focus her eyes and after a few long moments she realized she was staring at four men who were all well over six feet tall. They had slightly hunched appearances while their eyes were small and beady. One had no hair to speak of, another had it tied back into a matted pony tail while the other pair just had short hair. They were all strangely repulsive and almost inhuman. She had once seen one of her classmates dressed up as bigfoot for a movie he was trying to direct and had had the same repulsion. It was as if someone had taken a human and made them 'wrong' in some way. The one that had been crouched next to her moved his hand to tug roughly at a piece of cord and to her horror she found it attached to her throat. She was yanked forward onto her hands and knees as she let out a rough cry.

"STOP IT!" She moved her head down so that he long hair fell into her eyes and tried to block out the jeering sounds of amusement from the one holding the leash.

"Aw ya hear that, she's wantin' us ta stop it." He stepped forward and a large hand dropped down to grip the back of her robe and gave it a sharp tug that almost loosened the belt. "Ya gonna sob as pretty when I start really touchin' ya?"

"Leave me alone! Who are you?! Where am I?!" She asked the words frantically while she tried to wish herself back into consciousness. She wanted to wake up in her own bed at home and away from this place! She'd probably passed out chanting those words and her mind had woven it's own dream sequence, though she heartily wished it had been a better one then this!

"Yer in the Black Forest outside of Tuath, right near the river. An' yer a far sight from home. See if she's got an ownership mark, Bran!" The one holding the leash let out a low cruel laugh.

"Oh aye, with pleasure. C'mere, ya ain't the type we normally find, lass. We deal in the workin' lot, not the pleasure slaves, but well..who's gonna look at a gift horse in the mouth." His voice was rasping and she smelled garlic as he leaned down and grasped his robe hard enough to tear it from her body.

Alyxis's face flushed a deep red at that remark, but more to the point she was torn from her only real clothing as the robe was pulled off. She wore just a pair of sleek soft silky blue panties, the rest of her was completely bare from her modest breasts to the arch of her back. She tried to lean forward to cover herself, but the rough calloused hands grabbed her and forced her to her feet so that she was pulled up against him. The leash pulled at the collar around her throat until she felt it biting down to the point that it was cutting off part of her air flow. Her lips spread open as she drew in a wheezing breath trying to gasp for air and the hand suddenly moved up to cup one of her small breasts and gave it a rough squeeze. The palm rubbed right against her nipple as she tried to alternately loosen the collar and move the hand away.

"Aww she's a blushin' bride, eh Len? Bet the wench has had more fella's beneath her skirt then any o' the others. Mebbe she was just waitin' fer us ta come along an' show her a good time!" Bran gave his hand another squeeze and forced her back up against him. "Shame she ain't got anythin' ta grip! I prefer 'em with a bit o' meat."

Tears squeezed out around the edges of her eyes as she was fondled and pulled at. The touch was rough and the other hand moved down to push against her panties. For a moment she experienced not just a wave of fury and humiliation, but of fear as the rough fingers pushed all the way down and forced right up against her folds. She let out a sharp scream until she felt the blunt fingers pushing up against her soft mound. Her face reddened in utter humiliation all the way up until she felt the fingers pushing snugly up against her opening and start to push inwards. She'd never had anyone touch her like this, she had even dismissed any dreams of love from her mind, but she had never considered that someone might try to take her virginity from her with force. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth before mercifully the seeking finger pulled back as the strange humanesque creature gave a grunt of surprise.

"Virgin!" He called out triumphantly, "I swears it, she's a virgin! Intact and all!" There was definitely glee in her voice.

"Eh...Bran tellin' true, missy? Ya a pure little virgin?" One of the short haired creatures leaned forward. "Ya wouldn't be tryin' ta full an orc?"

"P-please, let me go!" She tried to suck in a breath past her own terror. Orcs? Is that what they were? She shuddered in horror. Wasn't that some other term used in her world?

"ANSWER HIM!" The hand cracked down against her bare ass cheek startling her into screaming out.

"Y-yes!" She got the words out and hated herself for the stutter that wouldn't seem to go away.

"Interestin'..." Len gave his head a nod, "Get 'er into on o' the harem outfits. Toothsome or not, she'll fetch a fine price fer bein' a virgin."

"Price? PRICE?! You can't sell a person!" She got rid of her stutter in her outrage at the fact they were going to sell her. Where had she ended up that this was acceptable?!

"Oh aye, we can, lass. We can sell whoever we want ta. It's a part o' how we make our livin'. Now you get into the outfit Bran is gonna give ya and shut up. Ya keep yer trap shut an mebbe someone nice will buy ya, someone who's lookin' fer a bit of love in his hold age. If not.." The orc made a show of shrugging one muscular shoulder. "Maybe ye'll get caught up by someone lookin' fer a one night stand an' feed ya to the dogs come mornin'...."

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Coldfire hated the city. It was old and filthy and held more of the scum of the universe then he could bare being around. The outskirts weren't bad, they were poor, but they were mostly well kept and the people there were the ones that had come to him to ask him to help. The black forest held something that was snatching most of their goats and sheep in the night. It moved without a single noise, but no one could actually stop it. The moment they thought they had the creature pinned it found a new location to attack from. For a people with little money and little means at earning any they had offered him the promise of fresh butter and milk for the coming year if he would help them. He would have helped for free, no people should be plagued like this. The town though was set up and owned by a man he wished with all his heart he could challenge.

He didn't care that slavers ran rampant in his city or that thievery and other such things were common place. He openly mocked the few times Coldfire had passed this way as something that should be teased and forgotten about. Why should a knight exist in this day and age? He had hoped helping the peasants wouldn't make him come into the city, but the beast eluded him every night. He finally decided to try and see what the upper class knew of it. Chances were at least one of them would know who or rather what had made or conjured whatever the beast was out of nothing. Something like this didn't just appear, someone made it and those someone's were wizards who would probably be bought and paid for by the overlords. It was probably a monster meant to hurt a rivals profits and the poorer peoples losses were acceptable. Well they weren't acceptable to the half-dragon.

His journey lead him through a place that made him alternately feel enraged, helpless and ashamed. The slave markets. They were set up well away from the food and jewelry vendors, instead they were placed right on the edge of the poorer sections. He knew why that was. They set it up so that the slavers could have a chance to pick out a thief or two to sell if one was foolish enough to run this way. This was the reason that the lord of the city was so wealthy. T he money from human flesh lined his pockets until he forgot about ruling and cared only for his pleasures. The scent of the market was that of sweat, fear, anger and unwashed bodies. It made him wrinkle his nose as he lowered his eyes and shrugged his pack a bit higher on his shoulders and resolutely started to make his way through the packed road way.

When he had first come this way he had looked at the slaves in the eyes. He had refused to look away from their misery. He had learned a lesson then. It was one he would never forget, not in all his days of living. They were hopeless, scared and the sight of them made them shrink away in panic. They didn't know he didn't mean them harm, they only saw a large muscular creature in the slave markets and assumed he was there to buy one of them. His heart had bled the first time he had seen a youngster of no more then fourteen let out a wail of fear and try to hide behind a larger man. The man had only given a gruff laugh and shoved the boy forward as if inviting Coldfire to look him over as a potential buy. Now he lowered his eyes. He couldn't save these people, he could only make them more afraid by being here and taking interest in him.

That was his intention. He held it all the way until a swift glance upwards caught him in the gaze of a pair of the darkest green eyes he had ever seen. He stumbled in his walking as the angry eyes locked with his own as if daring him to look away from her. She was kept on a short leash at the slaver's stall and forced to stand in front as if on display, but few people were paying attention to her. Most of them were like him. They glanced up and then away as if ashamed of her or for her. He swallowed as his mouth suddenly felt dry and he drew in a shivering breath. They certainly hadn't beaten her. He stopped and just looked at her and found that she was as different from the rest as a swan was to a chicken. She was not curved and large breasted, she was not crying or swaying in attempts to seduce him.

She was slender and thin. Her entire body was posed slightly in defiance or at least demand that he look at her and judge her if he dared. She had small breasts and a trim stomach while her hips were just as smooth and barely curved and spread. Her stomach was flat while her legs were toned and long and displayed with a long spill of loin cloth that brushed between her thighs. The only other covering was a tight looking bra that made an attempt to look as if it were made of armor. A try to make it look as if she were a captured warrior? She certainly had the look of an eagle about her. Her hair was pulled back in an ornate braid to show off her long slender neck while the straps from her bra reached up and over her shoulders as they criss crossed this way and that. Each joining held a small ornate piece of metal meant to draw the eye to a different part of her.

"Ahh you have seen our prize. Our virginal maid! You have a fine eye, sir!" The human in the midst of the orcs was large, but not as large as them. Instead he had a slightly avid expression as he noticed the attention being turned his wears. Coldfire felt a rush of rage as the girl winced at the term virgin. How dare they!

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Alyxis found the city to be everything she had not expected. This was no romantic fantasy where the world was made up of everyone on horse back and the roads cobbled. There were dirt roads that were tightly packed, but muddy under her bare feet. She was lead through the city with a line of other people, only one other was garbed as she was and they were flaunting themselves as if it were a fine show. The rest were large and seemed to wear muted tones and ragged tunics with the edges frayed and patched together. She had struggled all through the walk into the city, even more when she realized that several of the guards looked her over and wet their lips as they watched her leave. The outfit hid nothing except her mound and part of her breasts. Her ass was bear as it swayed side to side and she knew they were watching it.

They had come to a market that held stalls, but they weren't filled with anything. It looked like a farmer's market until she realized that the people milling around were all leashed and tethered to rings set in old pitted wood. It was a slave market, not a real market at all. She had been shoved out in front of the stall so that she stood in plain view of those walking by. At first her cheeks had burned dark dark red in humiliation. How dare they treat her like this! She wasn't a slave, it was illegal! Yet all the embarrassment couldn't stop what was happening. Those that walked by made comments about her that made the taunts of her youth seem as if they were nothing more than gentle chidings. They were blunt, rude and lewd all a once. They spoke about her flat chest and asked if the slavers had started to carry little boys to attract the soldiers.

By the time the afternoon started to creep on she found herself flushed with anger and reaching a point beyond embarrassment. She glared at those that came to look at her, she refused to drop her eyes or look away from them. Alyxis found that it made them uncomfortable to find themselves on the end of her baleful stare, but that just made her press even further. She wanted them uncomfortable! She wanted them upset! She continued all the way until a strange man stopped in front of her and gave her a long look before starting at her glare. He wasn't human, he wasn't what they called an orc, he was strange. He looked as if someone had put finely made scales over his skin and dusted them with silver and sapphire. His eyes were a deep liquid azure while his face held a slight furrow from the wrinkle in his brow. He wore armor that was scarred, yet polished brightly and a sword at his side. The first armed man here. She continued her glaring until the human that ran the stall stepped forward.

"Why should I care for a virgin?" The stranger snapped, his tone was sharp and hard as steel as he gave his head a shake.

"Ahhh but they are rare and this one may not be a beauty, but she has fire. Look how she challenges your mastery." The man moved to grip her under the chin and forced her to look at him. "She would fight you at first, but only a well trained noble could turn that fire into something to be ignited in the bedroom."

"And you think that would be me, eh?" The tone was dry.

"Oh yes, you could tame her to come to your hand like a well trained hound. She would learn the first touches of a man under your hand until she could desire no other. Think of it! A slave that has no vices, no prior owners, no exotic tastes unless you yourself teach them to her!" The man was all but purring as he warmed to his subject and her cheeks flared a humiliated red.

"How much for her? I'm sure you're charging a kings ransom." The..knight? He looked like a knight shifted in his stance.

"Only fifteen gold and forty silver. A bargain for one such as her!" The man let go of her chin to tilt his head. "Surely a knight would have such money to spend for a warm body to keep his home."

"Fifteen gold? For a half starved slave that you say is a virgin? The way she's looking she'll put a dagger in the first man that takes her. I think I'll pass. " The words were spoken with complete disdain for the man that was trying to bargain and he moved away and started to turn.

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Coldfire turned as the hatred grew for the man that would sell this human as if she were cattle to be given away. He knew before the day was out she'd have an owner that would be bought by those soft words and promises. He'd use her for her purity and possibly kill her, but he didn't have that money. He felt a pang of raw guilt and despair as he moved to turn away but the slaver moved his hand up to lightly hold his elbow. He jerked it free as if affronted and turned to glare at the man through half closed eyes. The man dropped his hand wiping it on his pants leg as if he had touched something dirty and the half dragon allowed himself a slight smile. Not many expected to touch him and feel the warm living scales that covered his body. He was an anomaly and he gave a smile that showed his slightly sharp teeth. Perhaps it wasn't a loss after all if he could set the slaver on edge.

"Perhaps for you we could find a better price, sir?" The slaver tried to give an ingratiating smile. "She would do well serving you. What would you desire as a fair price."

"Five gold, if that. Even then it would be robbery. " He saw her flush and yearned to stroke her cheek. Yet he kept his fade as a noble who wasn't willing to part with his purse. In truth, he didn't even have that much on him, but what he did have he would gladly spend.

"Robbery?! Ya'd be taking the gold out of my hand at that! I've had ta feed an' clothe her an' get her here from miles away while still in this prime selling condition." The man erupted and the bargaining began.

It was obvious from the start that the man was lying, in fact to his shock the girl actually snorted derisively each time he spoke about how long he had had to take care of her and keep her in condition. That meant she had been captured close by. He renewed his bargaining with a more feverish intent. If she was from close by he might be able to help her find her way home and that would be worth everything to him. Perhaps if he could at least save this one girl he would be able to make some small gain in the loss of honor he had felt with passing through the slave market so often and being unable to help any of them. By the time he had worked it down to a price that he could still pay, but left the buyer happy he had felt drained and handed over the coins to the man who shoved the leash to him roughly while he frowned. The seller wasn't entirely happy, but he had made his coin.

"There you go girl, go to your master!" He said gruffly and walked back into the stall leaving him standing there holding the lease to an enraged looking girl.

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Alyxis couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been bargained over as if she were some sort of dog or creature that had no feelings or say in the matter. She felt her face flush a hot red while she tried not to let her emotions show, but at the end her humiliation won out. The man who had bought her gave her a long look that she gave him back with interest in the form her narrowed eyes and slightly curled lips. He finally sighed and gave the leash a light tug, she didn't wait for him to yank. She wasn't going to kick and scream and make a spectacle of herself no matter how humiliating the situation. She simply walked forward and he turned to walk in front of her. No matter, she continued to glare at the back of his head as he proceeded from the slave market into a place that was like a real market. The people crowded around her, but she noticed that some stopped and stared with their mouths slightly open at the sight of her, or perhaps her 'master.'

It was there that she found out his name. Coldfire. Sir Coldfire. One person stopped the smugly ask where he had gotten himself a slave and been answered stiffly that he had been unable to turn away a rare chance. He didn't argue or fight, he simply tugged her along before he made a few small purchases from several people that looked as if they should have been begging rather than selling and lead her out of the city itself. He was arrogant looking, at least from behind, his back was stiff and straight while he walked with a muscular grace that reminded her of a great cat. She had no idea what he was, but of all the sights in the city he was the one that stood out as being truly unique. Even the strange little men that were hawking weapons were more commonplace. What depravities would this man have for her? She trembled inside to think of it and quashed down her weariness as they passed through the gate her arms moved up to cover herself as best she could.

"I'm sorry." She started at the voice as she walked along the rough road.

"I hate you." She stated the words plainly, with as much force as she could muster.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did." He sighed and stopped just off of a clearing and turned around. His hands went up and she shrank away as his strange there fingered hands reached under her chin. "I'm not normally so cruel, but he wouldn't have sold you to me if he knew why I wanted you."

"And what was that?" There was a sudden clack of metal before the leather strap loosened around her throat and fell down.

"To free. You should never have been caught. I cannot erase the past, but please...let me at least see you to a safe place." He faltered as she gaped at him a moment and he swung his bag off. "There are clothes I bought for you in there, I will...I will gather wood as you dress."

She was left staring after his retreating back with a mingling of shock, surprise and disbelief. The last three days she had been drug about, collared, treated like an animal and he had simply taken her collar off, offered and clothes and retreated. She felt her eyes prick slightly, not simply because he had freed her, but...he was kind. Who was the last person that had worried about her? She scrubbed her cheeks roughly before she opened the bag to find a loose large shirt and pair of pants that she slipped into before tossing that harem clothes away with a shudder of disgust. By the time she was clothed and felt armored against the world she heard the soft sounds of her savior before he came through the trees with a slight smile on his face. The tightness around his eyes didn't ease as he placed the wood down and gave his head a slow nod.

"Good, that's much better. Now to get you something more substantial to eat." His voice was soft as he crouched down near her and gave a small smile.

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Coldfire stifled his own feelings of hurt as she kept out of reach and tried not to look at her. He didn't want to see her afraid of him, he knew well enough that he was strange looking and she had been through so much already. Some part of him felt a pang of loneliness as he covertly watched the lady. She was beautiful. Every inch of her was lean with a dancer like appearance that he found becoming. His fingers twitched as he clamped down the desire to reach out to her. She wouldn't want him, he was too strange for most women to desire as anything more than a source of protection and friendship. Over dinner he coaxed her name from her and had to smile. Alyxis Winters, it was a lovely name, though not nearly fitting for her. The warmth of her personality would never suit the winter season. He didn't press for her story, instead he asked softly smaller questions to start cobbling together what her life had been before the slavers while she ate until she was fully satisfied.

"I'm not from here. Not at all." He started at her words and found her staring into the fire with a lost expression.

"I can take you home, I'm used to journeying, lady." He murmured softly and watched as her eyes closed for a moment. A slight tremor started on her bottom lip.

"You can't take me home. I don't know how to get back there." Her voice was soft, barely a whisper, but he could still detect the trembling tone. "I don't know how to get back."

"Surely we can find a way...there's no place so lost.." He started before he watched the first crystal tear roll down her cheek.

"I'm not from this world, I did something stupid.." The first tear was followed by another and she moved to try and hide her face away from his view.

Coldfire hesitated a moment and then moved over to lightly press his hand against her back as her muscles tensed and the sound of her tears came out. His fingers spread open and to his shock she crumbled against him as she started to cry very quietly at the first hesitant touch. For the longest time he could only make out the soft sound of her tears as they spilled freely and stroked along her back in circles. His three fingers trailed around around while he tried to keep her calm before she started to chokingly come out with her story. It came in fragments that made no sense at first. Stories of how she had grown up and the hateful ways that people had treated her. The taunts and exclusions where others felt only welcome and warmth. Her fear that they were right, that she was some sort of freek that didn't belong trying to be a part of any group. It was only after she had started to tell him of her fears of not belonging with any one group of people that she haltingly explained why she had done what she did. Why she had tried to find a world that she would belong in and instead had found herself here at the unkind mercies of the slavers.

His heart bled for her as she talked. Her words came from a different world, another perspective, but each time she spoke of her fear of not belonging it kindled a fear he had always held as well. The knight gave his head a shake, no it wasn't a fear, it was a reality. He didn't belong here or really anywhere. He was just as much of an outcast here as she was in her world. He let her talk until her words died and all that was left was the softness of her panting breath in between the spill of tears. They fell down her cheeks where he never had let them. He didn't try to stop her crying, instead slowly wrapped his arm over her until her head rested against his chest and he used his other arm to keep her held close. He moved his head hesitantly down until it was resting right above her own and murmured soft soothing words as her shoulders shook. It wasn't until she had stopped trembling and her sobs abated did he realize that his soothing words had slowly started to weave his own story for her.

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Alyxis didn't know what to expect from the strange scaled man, but she knew what she didn't expect. She didn't expect him to start softly talking in her ear of a tale that sounded as if it belonged in a book instead of real life. The soft rumble of his words were quiet enough that she was forced to stop crying so that she could listen to him speak. He told of his childhood and the bitter realization that the other squires would never accept him. He spoke of how he tried to fit in, but while his heart was exactly what a potential knights should be, his physical body left them mocking him. He spoke even of the one time he had attempted to woo a particularly popular young maid and had seemed successful until she had shunned him with a mocking laugh. The pattern of his life spread out before her as he spoke and she listened to the powerful beating of his heart beneath the curve of his chest. She heard a slight tremor on his voice and responded almost without thought to the pain as her hand moved out to lightly brush along his cheek.

The touch froze both of them as she lifted her head up and found her eyes staring into his. The deep blue of his eyes seemed to swallow her up, even the slight tightening around them as he moved his hand from her back. It was a similar gesture she would have used herself. Did he truly see himself as a monster? She bit her lower lip and lightly moved to brush her finger tips along the curve of his cheek. She felt the scales, but instead of feeling cold or anything that might have resembled what she instinctively thought of with scales they were smooth and warm beneath her fingers. She traced them lower and trailed along the edges of them one at a time as she drew in a shivering breath and found his eyes looking searchingly into her own. They flickered back and forth as if looking for something before he leaned forward and the lips lightly brushed against her own. She tensed as the lips were surprisingly soft and brushed there as if afraid she were going to push him away.

Alyxis matched him in the hesitant touch. She'd never kissed anyone before, yet with him it felt oddly natural as their lips met and mingled together. The soft meshing made a shiver run down her spine while the hand on her back curled lightly and massaged against the rise of her spine. Touching him was as natural as breathing, as natural as simply living, it was something she wanted and needed to do. She found herself drawn in until she was pressed against his chest and drew in a shivering breath before she felt a gentle brush of his tongue trailing along the edge of hers. She froze for a moment, but hesitantly moved her tongue out to brush against her own while the hand smoothed along her back and trailed upwards towards the rise of her shoulders and then ran downwards again towards the small of her back. Each touch seemed to leave a trail of heat behind and she can't help but draw in a shaking breath. The feel of his arms around her almost made her forget her fears of the world.

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Coldfire didn't know if he should pull away, or if he should continue. He hesitated before he felt her tongue brush out against his own and he couldn't help himself. He pulled the lovely woman against him and smoothed his palms along her back. She smelled sweetly female and the warmth of her pressed against his chest along the soft modest rise of her breasts. Everything about her was everything he wanted in a woman, and like a gift it was being offered to him. He hesitantly traced his hands lower along her back until he felt the edge of the shirt he'd bought her and brushed against the edge of her lower back. He could feel the smooth skin beneath his scaled fingers and waited for her to draw away, but to his amazement she arched upwards and pressed into his touch until it started to ride upwards. It was enough to send him towards the edge of eagerness as he leaned in to kiss her a bit more firmly and heard a soft cry spill from her lips.

He lightly pulled at her shirt and waited to see if she'd try to escape his movements, to his shock she drew her lips from his with a tremble and helped draw the shirt upwards from her body. He bit his lower lip and ran his palm along her bare back as he drew the shirt off and watched as her soft modest breasts came into view. The tips were tinged a rosy red coloration and perked up as he finally threw the shirt to the side. He couldn't help himself, the invitation was just too inviting! He leaned forward and let his tongue lightly dance over the rise of them and swirled in slow circles over the soft flesh. Her soft cry was music to his ears as he carefully drew it in along his tongue and gave it a hard suckle so that her back arched forward and her hands fumbled against his armored chainmail. He couldn't believe it, but couldn't' deny what she was doing as the chainmail loosened and fell off from his body. He closed his eyes as he felt his shaft starting to stir against his pants turning tight with his arousal.

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Alyxis let herself go into a realm of sensations as the dragon-man pulled her shirt off and his lips brushed against her sensitive nipples. She let out a cry as he suckled around it and started to pull it firmly inside of his mouth. She'd never had someone touch her like this, he was gentle, but eager as his hands smoothed along the curve of her sides and her hips. She didn't stop him, she didn't want to. She wanted to touch and be touched. Every brush of his fingers seemed to be tender as if he was in awe of the fact he could. It was what she had dreamed of a hundred times, someone that cherished her rather then mocked her. She let her fingers find the straps to his own outfit and the metal soon fell free along with the leather. His body was covered in small pale blue scales that glittered in the light over the muscles that rippled over his chest and back. So close up they were oddly beautiful. She leaned forward with a cry as her thoughts were flown away when the fingers lightly pulled her pants along her hips and lowered them.

The evening air was cool on her hips as his fingers drug down along the soft curve of her rump and she was drawn in closer against him. His tongue flicked out in a hot wet line along his nipples while she rested her head down against his own and let out a soft whimpering cry. She had to fumble as she moved her hands down to his waist and another shift made her cheeks burn a deep dark red as she felt the thick bulge in front of them. Should she? She had never imagined losing her virginity to anyone like this, but the soft touch was so gentle, so tender. He seemed to concentrate entirely on trying to rouse her body. She bit her lip and then slowly started to unbuckle his belt to start to loosen it. Her hands shook as his own fingers slid down to lightly trace over her virgin mound and gave it a light stroke and swirled in circles sending a shock of pleasure down her spine.

"Please.." She let the word pass her lips almost like a plea.

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Coldfire lifted his head at her words and felt a stab of fear. Was she going to tell him to stop? His fingers gently traced in circles over her folds as she shuddered and rocked her hips forward beneath his touch. She let out a soft cry and he blinked in disbelief at the raw need in her eyes as her hands lightly pulled his pants downwards freeing his turgid spire from them so that it bumped right up against the small of his stomach leaving a trail of precum behind that pooled against his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her and brushed his lips against her beautiful ones before leaning back and guiding her over him. He didn't want her to feel trapped, not if she was truly a virgin, he wanted her to feel as if she could stop whenever she wanted. But oh how he wanted to have her. He kissed down along her neck as her legs spread on either side of his body and she stiffened as his cock pushed up against her belly and he rocked his body up to grind himself in a slow trail back and forth.

"You..you don't have to." He hesitated and flicked his eyes down to see her flat stomach resting so near his own.

"I know.." She breathed out and moved her fingers down to guide his hands up so that their lips met again this time more heatedly.

Her fingers trailed down until she cupped under his cock and guided it upwards until the thick crown pushed right up against her soft folds. He muffled a sharp sound as the thick drops of precum spilled out to slicken along the outer folds as she pulled her hips upwards. He kissed her hotly, no long hesitant or afraid she would turn him away. He worked his lips along his own while his tongue flicked outwards to twine against her own in slow circles. He moved his hands down to cup the smooth expanse of her rump cheeks and rubbed them as she rocked her hips down. His cock tip pushed between her folds as her weight pushed down against him. He felt her maidenhood as she sucked in a shivering breath and suddenly she dropped down against him so that he pushed past it. Her cry was swallowed against his lips as he was engulfed in the heated silk of her passage as it was almost painfully tight.

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Alyxis felt herself tense up as the cock tip pushed up against her folds. She'd never felt someones shaft, but the feel of his grazing against her folds made her stomach tighten up eagerly. She hesitated a moment as his tongue worked against her own, and opened her eyes to see the play of the firelight on the glittering scales. The hesitation didn't last long until she let herself drop down and her weight forced the tip between her folds. The pain was sharp and poignant as she felt the too large girth slamming into her body and forcing herself to spread open. Her cry was muffled as her walls clamped down tightly around him and clutched around him. The muscle spasms tried to adjust as she came to a shaking halt with her hips pushed up flush against his own while she jostled against the heavy balls back and forth. Her breath came out in short gasps as Coldfire drew his head back and moved his hands upwards to slide along the smoothness of her back.

He pushed his hips up firmly so that she let out a soft cry when she felt the heavy cock stirring inside of her before she pulled herself upwards. The sensation of that thick flesh pulling along her passage made her move her hands up to rub against his chest and shoulders. She dropped back down sheathing him inside again before pulling up while he trailed his hands down to help guide her hips. The ache of that first penetration started to be chased away by the stirring of the shaft. Her own arousal slickened him as she felt something hotter spilling out into her passage while he rocked his hips upwards against her and gave her a harder buck so that she shuddered. She moved her lips down to meet his again while she started to buck down along him and felt the weight of his orbs bumping against her as she pushed him in so deep that he bottomed out before rising up again.

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She was hot and wet, she was tight and eager, she was everything Coldfire had ever imagined in a lover and more. Her breasts pushed against his chest while he worked his hips upwards and gave another buck that rocked her forward until she let out a gasping cry. Her walls closed down so tightly around him that he almost felt himself peak before he fought it back down again and started to guide her hips into slow steady thrusts. The movements pushed her down until the heavy girth pushed it's way up and bottomed out in her before she pulled back again. The thick viscous drops of precum rapidly started spilling out into her passage to spread around her. He could feel it being pushed out around the edges as the slickness started to spill outwards around the base of his cock. He curled his toes against the ground while he twined his tongue with her own and kneaded his fingers against the curve of her rump cheeks.

The soft noises of the girl's cries spilled against his ears like music as she started to buck harder down against him. The hesitant movements of her body rapidly started to fade away as she grew more comfortable with him. He moved his lips away from her own and kissed his way right down to the curve of his shoulder while she let out a louder cry and nuzzled against his shoulder. He groaned out as the walls clutched down around him before tugging around his shaft and sending a stab of pleasure down along his spine. His balls started to tighten up as he bucked upwards and pulled her down against him. Her own walls clutched and spasmed around his cock so that he started to thicken wider and wider as he parted his lips to lightly hold her bare flesh between his lips. His movements started to trace upwards and held her in close against his body. Her breast's flattened slightly right against his chest while his body tensed up and squeezed his eyes shut.

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Alyxis found herself being pushed up into greater heights of pleasure as the moments passed. She wanted him, she wanted to feel each inch of him and each thrust just sent tremors running down her spine as she arched back and then pushed down against him again. Her walls spread open wider each time he drove inwards and she could feel the constant splatter of precum erupting out of the tip to splatter right up against her cervix. She started to clench herself down around him until she could feel him giving sharp trembling thrusts as if it was almost too tight for him to comfortably to thrust through. His fingers gripped and dimpled against the softness of her rump cheeks before he started in a series of sharp hard thrusts that dragged over and over again along a spot inside of her that made her start to push down harder against him.

Her orgasm came with a shock as she felt it hit and her back arched downwards as her walls started to clutch and massage along the girth. Her walls suckled and pulled around it while she squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered softly under her breath as she felt the girth start to spread open wider and wider. The veins could be felt pushing against the smoothness of her passage while she gave another short buck down against him. He let out a cry, almost like a scream against her shoulder as she realized that he was calling out her name before the tip gave a sudden pulse and she felt the first hot blast of virile seed erupting into her passage. The walls drooled out into the passage while she pulled and squeezed as she gave another shuddering push down against him. The drooling spill of seed started to run along her passage until she felt it coating within her body.

The fingers moved against her back as he held her and his breath came in great puffs of breath while his hands ran up and down against her back as the last shudders of pleasure escaped them both. She bit her lip and lifted her head up as she felt him shake beneath her and his hand moved from her back to run up along the smoothness of her cheek as she flushed hotly. The pulses finally started to trail away as the slow drool of seed stopped and he guided her head to face hers. His eyes looking deeply into her own as he gave a hesitant , almost shy smile. She felt again that shock of connection she had felt the first time she had looked into his eyes and flushed even hotter. The emotions were raw in his face, wonderment, love, tenderness, shock and awe of her were plain to see. She drew in a breath before sighing it out and gave him a brief light kiss.

"Thank you for helping me find my way home.." She murmured with a shy smile.

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