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Akio had been under the impression that her time at Anjel's lair would be over come the daylight, but when she woke the dragon was nowhere in sight. There was a meager supply of bread and salted meat set out for her, along with a flask of warm, stale water. She ate sparingly, her stomach still in knots over her new situation. Though the entrance of the cave was invisible from the outside, it seemed a gaping mouth from inside. Sunlight bathed the walls and floor almost halfway into the lair, warming the stone. She was daydreaming, staring out into the orange sky when the now-familiar form of Anjel blocked out the view. He landed on the ledge gracefully, two great buckets of steaming water dangling from his arms. The cloak had been tied around his waist, so it was just covering his waist and thighs. More than likely it was a precaution for her, as dragons were known to prefer nudity.

Without so much as a glance in her direction--indeed, it seemed he was blatantly ignoring her--Anjel walked to the carved-out pool and poured the great buckets into it. He then removed the brown cloth from about his hips, allowing it to fall unceremoniously around his ankles. Still pointedly not-looking at Akio, the dragon stepped into the bath and sat down. Now he faced her, his eyes studying the water's surface before flickering reluctantly to the spot where she stood watching him.

"Come here," he said, his voice obviously not used for command often. "The water will not stay warm long."

"I do not wish to bathe," Akio responded. In truth, she did not want to be in the pool with the dragon. It looked large before, but now his form filled most of it. She wouldn't be able to share it without being in contact with him.

Anjel almost looked angry. "It was not a question of what you would like to do. Your masters' wishes are all that will matter once you are given over to my Lord." He paused, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled deeply through them. "And it will help with your scent."

She stood defiantly for a few long moments, but she came to realize that no good would come from defying her captor. Akio walked over to the edge of the pool and looked at the dragon lounging within. He still watched her, but his gaze had softened significantly. She hesitated--she'd have to remove her coverings before getting in the water, and his stare was unnerving.

As if in response, Anjel suddenly looked away. This gave her modesty a little wiggling room, and she pulled the leather off quickly before sliding into the pool.

The water was deeper than she expected; it came only to Anjel's chest, but if she relaxed, Akio could easily slip under. She felt his slippery form near her, and almost panicked when the dragon's arms encircled her to bring her closer. She knew it was a ploy to get her nude with him--! Dragons were all selfish creatures, after all. She whimpered and struggled, but Anjel churred to her, one wet hand coming up to pet her ears back soothingly.

"Be still," he said huskily, holding her against his chest. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know what you want!" came the betrayed cry, saddening him so much that he released her. She scrabbled to the opposite wall, keeping her back to him as she glanced over her shoulder.

Anjel allowed the silence to thicken before answering, his gaze heavy on her, the hurt plain behind his unguarded eyes. "I cannot do what it is you think I will do," he said. "It is beyond my reach. And it is important for you to know that I wouldn't even do it if I was allowed, without your permission."

His tone was such that Akio believed every word. She turned, watching him warily.

"It's imperative that you learn that your masters will not accept disobedience from any part of your body. They will touch you and you will let them; your wishes do not matter once you have become a slave."

"Why me?" Akio asked suddenly. The words fell from her lips before she could believe she was saying them. "Of all in my pack, you chose me. Surely there were others who would be more useful to your tribe--someone stronger, more obedient--someone used to taking orders."

Anjel was silent again, watching her as he mulled over his response. The water was chilling as they sat in it, the steam no longer rising. Akio slipped a little further into it to keep warm as she listened. "I am a messenger; that is, I am given orders to relay a message, or retrieve an object, but rarely am I offered the chance to make a decision myself. As a white dragon--a 'ghost--I am lower than any other dragon. True, even some of your fellow slaves can give me orders." He did not elaborate on his status, nor explain as to why the color of his scales mattered. His pink tongue flickered out to lick his lips before he continued. "I chose you because amongst them all, you were the perfect rose. You were beautiful, flawless... and though I knew your life was set out for you all in a perfect pattern, I knew it was not for you. You knew this as well." He watched her intimately, willing her to understand.

"You chose me because you wanted to make a good impression on your Lord?" Akio flicked her ears forward, hardly believing what she heard. "I may have been unhappy about my father's decision, but it was my life! I would be the proud mother of warriors and seers, of daughters whose attention would be vied for as was mine. You had no right. Your tribe had no right to pluck me from my destiny!"

Anjel knew he'd lost her. What more to her could he be but her captor and enemy? "There is nothing I can say to make you forgive me," he said flatly, "but I can teach you how to survive in the world into which I have thrust you."

Akio stared at him plaintively. "Can't you take me back? Just drop me off and grab some unfortunate worker wolf to be a slave for your Lord?"

The dragon tilted his head and looked at her in such a way that it made her feel like a pup again. "Akio, don't tell me you would truly feel comfortable taking your strife and laying it upon another being. That 'other wolf' would not be any happier in the situation than you." He paused, exhaling a small burst of flame. "Besides, I've already told my Lord about you. He would know the difference."

"So I am damned to your purgatory."

Anjel leaned forward, drawing her close again. This time, she did not struggle. His scales were warm, smooth, the flesh behind them giving against the pressure of her body. "I am trying to make it easier for you, little rose." His voice rumbled in his chest. "I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are not mistreated."

"And this includes doing whatever my masters say, yes?" She leaned her head against his collarbone, sighing dramatically. "I will listen to you. Tell me what I need to know."

A heavy claw stroked back her headfur, her thickly-furred ears. "First, little rose, you need to learn not to make commands. Speak only when spoken to, and always answer a question directly and honestly. Assume nothing. Your masters will make every decision for you."

Akio looked up at him, listening. He lowered his head to watch her in turn, and there was a strange pain behind his eyes. "What is it, Anjel?" she asked, her words quiet.

The dragon closed his eyes. She felt the hand on her shoulder tighten marginally, the arm that held her close seemed to squeeze a little more. "Say my name again," he said.

"Why?" she asked, the panic alarm going off in her head. She swallowed the instinct to push away from him, knowing that she had no real place to run, no one else to trust.

Anjel took a deep breath. He shook his head from side to side, as if negating something he'd begun to think about. Then, as if the previous minutes had not passed, he opened his eyes and looked at Akio, loosening his grip on her. "The water's getting cold, isn't it?" He allowed a small smile. "Let me warm it for you."

Before the wolf could object. Anjel stuck his head underwater and blew a plume of flame. It amazed Akio to feel the warmth return to the water, and she began to relax again. The dragon lifted his head from the water and snorted out a few stray droplets of water.

"One of the things I must teach you is courage." He chuckled to himself, sharing a private joke with a slight shake of his head. "Why I have been given the task of preparing you for my Lord I shall never understand, but here we are." He was coming back to his senses; the water significantly dampened Akio's musk, just as he'd been told. At least now he could progress. He had her full attention.

Akio stiffened as she felt his tail curl along her back, pushing her towards him. there were bare inches between them before Anjel began speaking again. "Relax--take everything in. Indulge your senses. Your job will be not only to serve your master in menial tasks throughout the day, but also to warm his bed, and please him in any games that he deigns to enter you."

"I have to... with a dragon?" Akio could hardly believe her ears. She'd been frightened about being mated to a wolf, but dragons were significantly... larger. "I-I don't think I can do that."

"I'm to prepare you."

She pushed away from him, but his tail against her back held her in her place. "What? You're going to mate with me?"

Anjel shook his head, for a moment looking sincerely apologetic. "As I have already told you, little rose, it is above my station to indulge in such pleasures. There are other things I have been instructed to do. You will spend the day here with me, and tonight you will share my bed. For the remainder of your time here, neither of us will be permitted clothing. For me this is natural, of course, but it is special for you... so that you will be used to being touched, and to being around a nude dragon." He lowered his head modestly, and Akio swore there was a blush beneath those pearly scales. "I admit, little rose, I am not as large as my more colorful brethren, but at least you will not be coming to them completely naive. If I ever make you uncomfortable, just say so and I will give you more time. Still, time is the enemy. We will be leaving in the morning."

It was a lot for a little wolf to take in. How different this world was from the simple life in her pack.

Anjel cleared his throat. "There is one more thing you should know. Your scent... affects me stronger than I'd wagered, and if I lose my self-control, I fear I may break all the rules. If I ask you to leave me awhile, do not take it personally. I need fresh air to clear my head." He smiled down to her. "And the bath did help."

He understood her silence, and decided to let her think over it all in peace. He leaned back, bringing his arms on the edge of the pool and lifting his form out of the water. Anjel sat on the edge, his feet below the surface, but the rest of his body was well within her view. He was displaying his body for her study.

This did not escape Akio. The water level dropped as the dragon pulled himself out, and though she knew he was waiting for her to look up at him, she was afraid. How silly it was of her to be afraid to just look at a nude dragon! With a deep breath she steeled herself, and raised her gaze.

Anjel was smiling admirably down to her, his warm liquid eyes open to her scrutiny as much as his body. The pale scales covered his entire body, growing thicker at his chest and stomach, where they began to thin out again. Gold tipped the larger scales atop his crown and horns, and on his shoulders and thighs the scales looked almost like armor. Anjel's hands were large and thick, not thin like hers, and where fingertips could be there were instead heavy claws, well-filed to round nubs. His legs were slightly spread, but his impressive sac lay atop them, two rounded pillows beneath a fine layer of scales for the heavy sheath that sat over it.

Akio was staring. She'd never seen one before, wolf or dragon. It was a strict law in her pack to keep her ignorant of such things until her mating day--a destination she just dodged, for this new and unusual path. Anjel felt her eyes on his privates and he chuckled nervously, moving one clawed hand to shift his heavy-looking balls. "Don't flatter him with that hungry look," said the dragon. "You'll encourage him, and he hardly needs any of that." Indeed, the slightest hint of pink was beginning to peek from the tip of his sheath. Akio looked away quickly, her face hot with shame, but curiosity had taken root.

"Now you," he prompted, meaning that it would be her turn to expose herself. He stood and turned his back to her, giving her a little smile before he walked into another room. "I expect you to be out of that water by the time I return."

His tone was playful, but she knew he wouldn't tolerate her refusals any longer. She lifted herself out of the pool, the water from her fur pooling below her, slowly sucked up by the thirsty stone of the floor. She stood shivering for a full minute before he reappeared. He paused in the arch of the room's entrance, taking the sight of her in. She felt his eyes probing her, studying her wet, trembling form. In his hands he clutched a soft-looking towel, and slowly he began to wring it in his grasp.

Akio lifted her arms to cross over her bosom, the combination of wet fur and cool mountain air making her pink nipples stick out, and it made her nervous. "It's cold," she said, throwing a glance at the towel he was holding. It pulled Anjel back from his thoughts, and he smiled to her again as he walked forward.

He wrapped her form in the towel and it was warm, the small circular motions he was using to dry her felt like a massage. It relaxed Akio so much that when he stopped, her fur as dry as a towel would bring it, she was no longer uncomfortable in her nudity. Anjel folded the towel and placed it on the edge of the pool, reaching in and pulling something from the side. Slowly, the water began to drain.

"Your life will probably be luxurious," he began, placing a hand at the small of her back to urge her to walk with him into the section of the cave where they slept. "If you are slave to my Lord, he will more than likely wish to keep you unscarred and well-fed. He will be strict with you, however, and will not hesitate to abuse you if you have not been obedient." They reached the pillows where Anjel slept; Akio noticed that her previous collection was now mixed in with these and it somehow made the fact that she'd be sleeping later that night with the dragon real. A small wave of anxiety built up beneath her will.

"Will he kill me?" Akio asked, forcing herself to look up to the dragon. His generous smile faltered a bit at her question.

"He has the ability to do so, and no one would question him. But I don't think he would, for simple disobedience. There are other, more colorful punishments he could endure upon you." The pressure of his spread claws on her back became insistent. "Lie down," he said.

"Why?" she asked dubiously.

Anjel studied Akio with an amused countenance. "Don't question an order, girl."

Akio frowned, but did as she was told. Suddenly very aware of her nudity, she felt the blush creep into her cheeks, but managed not to hide herself. Anjel had walked away once she started to make herself comfortable on the bed and returned, smiling to find her laying on her side with her head propped up on her arm, watching him.

"Decoration is important in our tribe," the dragon crooned, kneeling before Akio on the dusty floor. "You will be pleased to know that your master will keep you clean and healthy, and more than likely he will adorn you with jewels and expensive oils." Anjel held out the small black glass container in his hand, carefully removed the cork, and dabbed some of the thick liquid into his palm. Akio smelled the rich incense of vanilla and sandalwood. "This isn't expensive--I make it myself, but it is basically the same substance they will have you wearing."

Anjel reached out to her with the oiled claws, rubbing it on her stomach first. He methodically smoothed the scent into her fur. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his claws reached her hip. He applied a bit of pressure, a silent order to lie on her back. Akio did so without question, the smell of the oil relaxing her, his touch soothing.

He applied more oil to his claws, putting down the bottle and rubbing his hands together before touching her again. He lifted each of her arms, moving in small circles down towards her hands, which he held and kneaded pleasantly before moving on. Anjel was silent the entire time, his face unreadable. He raised both claws to her neck, tilting her head up to expose more of it, and he lightly rubbed a bit of the oil there. When he came to her collar, her shoulders, he paused uncertainly. Akio lowered her head, looking to him, but he refused to meet her gaze. The bitter taste of fear rose in the air and she wondered why a dragon--a large, strong, male dragon with a small female wolf at his mercy--was afraid.

Resolutely, Anjel removed his claws from her body. He picked up the bottle and held it, studying it. He almost put the cork back in the little opening before he closed his eyes, shook his head, snorted a little pink plume of flame, and dropped more oil onto the palm of his hands.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked directly at--and seemingly through--Akio. She felt like she was being invaded, violated, through her eyes. Then his gaze suddenly softened, and he leaned forward. Anjel's hands fell tenderly on her breasts. He cupped them for a moment, feeling their smallish weight against his smooth palms. Akio let out a breath she hadn't been aware of holding, but she couldn't hide the shiver that followed. She'd never been touched there before by anyone besides herself, and even though it was a dragon, she enjoyed it.

It seemed he was enjoying it as well. Anjel's claws made semicircles underneath her little mounds, his thumbs rubbing up and down. He jumped when they tapped the little pink nipples that now stuck out from beneath their white hiding place, but recovered by running his rounded claws over them, encouraging them. Akio sighed, feeling her face grow warm again. It felt even better than in the dream. She recognized the throbbing sensation she felt between her legs, as well.

Anjel closed his eyes a moment, his claws still grasping her breasts. He had to reposition himself soon, or she was likely to discover how much he was enjoying her body. He could feel the building pressure in his loins that said he would not be able to hide it much longer.

The warmth suddenly gone from her chest, Akio stared at the blackness above her, too shy to look over to the dragon who was probably getting more oil. A scraping sound, then the shifting of pillows nearby, told her that he was also moving. She looked over and saw Anjel laying on his stomach next to her legs, rubbing a refill of oil into his hands. He was definitely blushing as he laid his claws on her thigh closest to him and began kneading, but Akio lied her head back and enjoyed his touch. It seemed almost as if Anjel's claws were pulling her leg closer, or that her leg was moving of its own accord, for soon there was room for the dragon to start rubbing on the inside of her thigh. It felt so good, she thought, how could anything feel better?

Unconsciously, Akio's hips had started to lift. Anjel noticed, and tossed a glance to her, but she was looking up into the darkness. The sweet smell of her musk mingling with the oil was enough to drive anyone mad, and the dragon was teetering on his own edge of control. He could see it now--the leg he hadn't even touched yet spread too, and there was a little pink slit winking where they met. He started breathing through his mouth to avoid the heavy scent, but nothing could take his gaze away from that teasing sight.

Akio was dimly aware of how vulnerable she'd allowed herself to become, but that didn't matter anymore. Every move Anjel made on her body was ecstasy. She needed something--her body knew how to ask for it, even if she didn't. His claw was cold against her hot lower lips, so that she gasped when he finally gained the courage to touch her. He drew back, but Akio leaned up on her elbows, looking down at him.

"Anjel," she said. She didn't have to say anything else--both of them knew that. Obligingly the dragon touched her again, first tentatively; he explored her with one claw, nudging the sensitive little kernel at the tip of her sex. Akio was able to watch him up until that point, at which she collapsed onto her back again and closed her eyes, feeling everything.

The moment he found her opening, he slipped his claw in just barely. It came away wetter than he ever imagined it could be, and he took in her most secret scent with blissfully closed eyes. He knew he couldn't take her with his claw--would be too dangerous, too risky, he knew that much at least. If he broke her, they would know. Anjel lifted himself, keeping a wary eye on Akio to make sure she didn't suddenly look down and see his own throbbing, starved organ while he shifted between her legs. His hands moved her pliable legs over his shoulders, positioning his head between them. This spread her wide open. He could feel her watching him curiously. He remembered her first words to him; How do I know you won't eat me?

Anjel opened his jaws, exhaling a little on her blossom, and to his delight it kind of did look like a rose. His nose pressed up against it, nuzzling into her clitoris as he gently licked up between her inner lips. Akio made a noise that pleased him so much that he was worried he would spend himself on the pillows. He slid his thick tongue inside her, probing her virginity. He was somewhat disappointed to find how close to the opening it was, and knew that he'd have to be very careful. Akio didn't seem to mind; she had reached down and found a pillow next to her, which she squeezed harder with every dedicated lap of the dragon's tongue.

It was a fluke that Anjel's tongue bent and tapped that delicious spot just within her trembling tunnel, and it sent the little wolf over the edge. She gasped suddenly, moving down against his muzzle with such force that Anjel had to jerk his head back in a final rush for safety. She was panting, moaning, whimpering. Anjel was worried for a moment that he'd hurt her before he realized that she was obviously climaxing. He blushed as he watched her sex pulse hungrily before his face.

As Akio lied panting, she slowly started to rethink everything that had just happened. It was as if her current state had taken over, controlling her and making her submissive. Anjel could have done anything to her--but he didn't. She felt him move back, her legs placed gently on the pillows and they tingled as the blood rushed to the sleeping limbs. She wiggled her toes, just to see if she could. Then, she lifted her heavy head and gazed dizzily over her prone body to the dragon who had temporarily sated her feral hunger.

Anjel was on his hands and knees, in the process of changing his position or moving, but he obviously did not count on Akio looking at him. Fear tinted the air again, but behind it was a scent more noticeable now that her own had diminished slightly--the musk of a male. Anjel's eyes widened, but he was frozen there by her stare. She looked.

Her first thought was that she'd figured dragons would be bigger. Certainly Anjel was far more endowed than a large wolf, but Akio had a size a bit more dangerous in mind. Easily ten inches long, thicker at the base and the same soft pink as his tongue, the dragon's erection did not put fear into her mind. Quite the contrary--she felt the longing of her heat return.

"Anjel," she said again, but this time he closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Akio, don't try my control. I will certainly fail." He pushed himself up and slowly stood, avoiding meeting her eyes. "I shouldn't have let it come this far."

"Don't be like that," Akio said quietly. "I'm not angry."

"No," Anjel muttered, as if he didn't understand. He turned from her and went into a part of the lair that Akio could not see. She sat up, looking after him quizzically. The question burned within her; why didn't he take her when he had the chance?

This is a test--that's what Anjel was thinking in the darkest room of his cavern, leaning against the cool stone wall as he forced his body to calm down. That's all it was, just a test to see how loyal he was to those damned southern dragons, before he would be allowed to go home. It had been decades since he'd seen snow.

His loins ached, sore from excitement without release. It was a familiar sensation, but it didn't make it any easier to bear, especially when a female--apparently willing, at that--was so close, available. He'd never been tested like this before.

Curiosity got the best of Akio, and she finally rose to follow Anjel. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness within the cave as she moved deeper, but his scent grew stronger and she knew he was nearby. "What are you doing?" she asked tentatively.

"Thinking," came the soft reply in the blackness.

"Why didn't you take me?" Akio gave voice to her question, instantly regretting it as she heard the shuffling on the floor. She knew he'd turned around and was now staring at her. She could feel his eyes heavy on her, even though she could hardly see a thing.

"Akio, I told you I wouldn't do that without your permission."

She was silent, considering. "You had my permission." More or less, it was true--at the time in question, she would have been more than willing. Even now, she found herself growing strangely fond of the dragon, her captor, the one who held her hostage.

"No." Anjel sighed heavily, and she felt his hands on her shoulders. She seemed to be able to see his outline, a couple of his scales catching light from an unknown source as her eyes adjusted to the dark. "What I meant to say is that I cannot. You must come to my Lord unsullied. A virgin. He will know I've tampered with you, otherwise." There was a pause. "And besides that, I know that you are not in your right mind, Akio. Being in season alters your rationality."

It struck her as very odd that he would care about what she thought or felt, but it also warmed her heart to him--he was thinking of her as a being, not a thing, as she would be treated once she was officially a slave.

In the silence that enfolded, Anjel led Akio out of the darkness. The light gradually returned, and when Akio looked up to the dragon at her side, his expression was blank.

The remainder of the day passed without event; in the afternoon, they shared a sparse meal of fresh bread, dried meat and tea. Anjel said little to her, apparently sulking about the morning's events. Akio almost welcomed the awkward quiet.

Anjel pulled on his plain robe as the sun was making the sky pink and orange. He seemed distracted, his brows knit together and his mouth a fine line across his muzzle. Akio watched his every move curiously, again recognizing the scent of fear in the air.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice startling her after having been silent for so long. He paused in his preparations to look over his shoulder, then stared at her as if he'd forgotten that he had company.

"I have to... take care of some business," he said, betraying nothing. She was unsatisfied, but knew that if he wanted to tell her, he would do so in his own time.

"Should I just go to sleep?"

Anjel pulled the hood over his head, giving him an entirely different look from the gentle beast she'd come to know. His eyes glowed eerily below the lip of the opening. "Do what you wish. I am not your master."

Before she could say another word, he brushed past her and made his way to the opening of the cave and, opening his great wings, dipped into the air and disappeared.