until I sit in the corner, tilting my head against the wall as I close my eyes, trying to push away the memory of Rachel. Maybe I’m being too accepting of this and what happened to me back there. I killed those men like they were toys. I don’t understand and that terrifies me. Is there something inside me?
Something that likes the taste of blood and death? I shiver again and wrap my arms around my knees, bringing them to my chest and pressing my head to them, trying to force myself to sleep. I don’t know how, but I can still feel his eyes on me, and for some reason that settles me, so I find myself drifting to sleep under his watchful gaze.
Mishal
I watch the tiny human female as her breathing evens out and she…sleeps. Slanting my head down, I sniff at the air, drawing more of her sweet-smelling scent into my body. It fills me up, wrapping around my chest and squeezing, making my cock rock hard. What I said was true, I won’t touch her unless she begs, but fuck, I wish she would beg. In the last one hundred years I have spent in his hell, I have never wanted something so much…maybe not even before then. She smells alive and oh so fucking sweet, but humans are so easily broken, and with my dragon just barely controlled under my skin, the only thing keeping him back are the chains. I know I would break her in two with my need.
It has been a long time since they threw a female in here, maybe fifty years. They usually toss in men who they want dead or punished, and I am only too happy to oblige, taking out my fury on them when I wish I could take it out on the fuckers who keep me here. Like so many dragons, I had gone to rest, but unlike most dragons, my rest was interrupted. My tomb under my church, where they used to pray to me, was broken into, and my body was drugged before I could fully wake. I had been asleep for a lot of years and was confused and weak, they took that and used it. I was powerless, and now I am their prisoner. A fallen dragon god, their fucking toy. Oh, if my brothers could see me now, they would fucking laugh.
Seven gods, all born from the titans themselves to destroy, maim, and burn this earth to the ground. Only when we came of age, we decided we would rather rule it than kill it, so we turned and killed our parents, and took it for ourselves, but that was a millennium ago. The rest of my blood spread around the world like ashes, and the last I heard, they had grown weary of the years and bloodshed. The prayers and sacrifices in our name were non-existent. We had been forgotten and they hated that, so we retreated—all seven of us. It’s strange, but I miss them as much as I am able to. We were close in that we understood the immense powers and strain our mere existence cost. The seven gods of myths.
The god who tamed the waters to do his bidding.
The wolf who howled the moon down.
The sun god who lassoed the fire of the sun.
The nightwalker who tamed the darkness.
The changeling who tricked the world.
The warlock who spelled time and space.
And me.
The dragon who burned the world and rebuild it in his image.
Leaning back into the wall, my arms at my sides, I watch the tiny human sleep to pass the time. I observe the even rise and fall of her generous chest and trace her long, silky legs. I even find myself looking at her little painted toes as she curls into herself, her long, sun fire coloured hair wrapping around her body as if to conceal it from me or warm her.
I hear a hitch in her breathing and look back at her face to see she has turned it this way. Her eyes are scrunched together and her face is paling in terror. I can taste it from here, her bone-deep fear and pain. She whimpers, the noise rubbing against my dragon and making him roar inside my body, fighting to get out, fighting to get to her. I grunt as he claws up my insides, hurting me in the process, but I am used to the pain of him trying to free himself.
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