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Emilia walked through the marketplace, wandering from vender to vender. Spring was coming close to its end, the days becoming longer and warmer. Produce was finally coming back to the market. Emilia picked up wares, examining them with a stern eye before deciding on her purchase. Each seller was left with a smile and a quiet exchange of polite words, regardless of if she bought anything. Unbeknownst to Emilia, she was being watched.
A set of eyes followed her throughout her trek. For all her scrutiny directed to her wares, the poor girl was oblivious to his predatory gaze. She would be his prize soon enough. For now, watching her was enough for him. After all, what did time mean to a dragon?
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The season passed as they always must.
The sun changed Emilia's winter-pale skin to red and burnt, then to "sun-kissed" by the end of the season, as other ladies of the town called it. Her hair seemed to catch the sun's rays and hold them in its strands, turning some from dark like the midnight sky to a deep amber.
The women who worked indoors envied those who worked outside and became a lovely, darker shade, calling them the sun itself. The women who worked outside, in turn, envied the women that could stay inside, those who kept milky pale skin, calling them the moon.
Emilia, for her part, didn't care much. She took pride in her changes, but she had a life to live. Winter would return soon enough, and everyone would fade back to pale and sullen as the night took the world back from the day.
The men of the town took notice of the women's summer changes. For what was the point of a woman going through such changes if not for their eye, they argued to themselves, ignoring that the harvest would take twice as long without the female help. But regardless, notice they still took. And so, in an afternoon market, after the worst heat of the day had passed, Emilia was proposed to. The man, hardly past his first summer of being one, stood in the middle of the market, one hand over his chest while the other held out a bouquet of wildflowers and dandelions. Loudly, more loud than he really needed to be, he asked for her hand. He asked for her life to join his, for her meager home to join his, for her womb to join with his cock to continue his family's good name. For her wifely service before her soon-to-begin days as a spinster would begin.
For all of the boy man's efforts, he received a sharp slap to his face. Emilia stormed away, shame burning on her face and down to her chest. The man yelled after her, hurling insults as if they were weapons. For all the beauty that he had just claimed she had, he threw the knives of 'whore' and 'ugly hag' and 'not worth the dowry'.
Emilia stomped out of town. She would not run. She would not give them all the satisfaction of seeing her flee. The world blurred around her. Emilia barely registered that she was entering the forest surrounding the town. Her home sat close enough to the forest to be considered outskirts, but not in the trees. But, that proximity had given her wandering heart the courage to walk the woods where most did not.
"Excuse me! Miss!" A male voice pulled Emilia from the depths of her head. She looked around, but saw no one. She screamed when something grabbed at her shoulder. Emilia jerked back and looked up. An average looking man, dangling upside down from the canopy, waved at her. He was smiling, despite his situation.
"Sorry to bother you on your walk, ma'am. And I apologize for the scare. However, could you perhaps help me down? I seem to have stepped into a particularly strong deer trap."
"Of course! Where…?" She followed the rope attached to his ankle up and around the branch down to the base of the trap. "Brace yourself, sir. I'll try to let you down slowly…"
Once he was back on the ground with minimal injury, he grabbed Emilia's hand and started shaking it vigorously. "Thank you, ma'am! You're an angel. You will do wonderfully."
"You're welco- Wait, what was that last part?" She tried to pull her hand away, something pricking into her palm. Immediately, her head felt floaty and fuzzy while her limbs became heavy. Emilia sunk to the ground like an anchor thrown overboard.
"Don't worry, ma'am. He takes good care of his subjects." The man smiled down at her as darkness took her mind.
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Emilia knew she opened her eyes at some point, but it was so dark where she was that it didn't much matter. She took a minute to take stock of herself. All of her clothes were still on, and the only pain that remained was a dull throbbing in her palm and the slight haze in the front of her skull. The ground around her was covered in furs, making a crude bed. But, if she reached past the farthest fur, her fingers met stone. But, what interested her the most, was the warm, hard body she was using as a pillow. The smell of campfire filled her senses as she cuddled closer to the body, to her partner.
"How's your head, love?" he murmured into the crown of her head.
"It would feel better if you didn't insist on kidnapping me nearly every damn time…" Emilia nipped at his ear.
He laughed, his voice low like a lifetime smoker's was. "Wouldn't need to come and get you if you would just stay here with me." He captured her lips for a good long moment. "The bastard you slapped was following you. You know how I love to put on a show." His laugh rumbled through her again, acting like finishing sandpaper on the remaining nerves she had felt. She melted against him, practically purring. "I was running late, or else I would've met you in town."
"I don't want to talk about it, Luc."
"Are you sure? I felt your anger and shame through the link."
"I said. I don't want to talk about it. I swear to the gods that I will slap you too, Lucien," she bit back, resisting the urge to actually bite him. Fucker would probably like that.
"There you are," he purred, pulling Emilia closer to him by her ass.
"I-I'm right here, asshole…"
"Yes, but that fight that I love has reignited."
"Fuckin' button pusher…" she mumbled half-heartedly. His hands kneading her ass along with the kisses he was peppering around her neck and jaw was making it hard to think of an appropriate come-back. He hummed against her pulse point, giving it a soft nip that made Emilia tremble.
"I would raze that pitiful town to the ground if it wouldn't make you unreasonably mad at me…" he sighed dramatically. She could feel him smiling against her neck at the thought.
"You can't just kill a whole town because one kid thought your mate was hot then got rejected."
"In my culture, that is practically an act of war, trying to take another's mate. And that 'boy' is, by your laws, legally a man. So by both sets of laws, I would be well within my rights for retribution." As he made his argument, one of his hands slid up her body and thumbed at her chest.
Emilia tried to resist pressing further into his touch. "Don't ta-alk legal jargon while pawing at my tits…" She tried to keep her voice steady, but it came out breathily, so so close to a moan.
Lucien hummed against her skin, his thumb playing with the neckline of her top like the strings of an instrument. "It was hardly jargon, dear. Quite basic overviews of both sets of laws, actually."
"Whatever..! It doesn- …!" With a yelp, Emilia was rolled onto her back, her wrists pinned above her head. Lucien caged her in. She could feel the smirk coming off of him, even if she couldn't see him. Her body trembled, but not in fear.
He tutted her softly. "Is a lowly human trying to backtalk to me?"
She flexed her hands. They were firmly planted above her. One of Lucien's fingers stroked the palm of the hand on top, his hand easily encompassing both of hers.
"Luc, I'm not-"
"Beg for mercy from the superior race, and I will let you go," he purred, cutting her off again. His second hand trailed up and down her body slowly. Claws dragged against her, firm enough to feel them but gentle so to not tear her dress. Emilia shivered under him. She knew he would let her go if she said the word, if she didn't want to play along.
"Can you put on some lights…? I wanna see you…" She bit her bottom lip and pouted. Bastard could see her just fine.
Lips ghosted against hers. Emilia tried to follow as they left, but his hold on her was too strong to break.
"As you wish, treasure." The hand that had settled on her hip was removed. Lucien produced a handful of fire motes, letting them float into the air around the two of them. The couple were cast in soft, warm light.
Emilia's head tilted slightly as she looked up at her love. His inky black hair was pulled back this time. The white streaks in it caught the firelight in a quite lovely way. Deep blue eyes crinkled at the edges as Lucien smiled down at her. He was closer to her face than she'd thought he would be. A shame really, that she couldn't appreciate his horns or scale patches when he was this close.
"Hello, treasure," he purred.
"Hello, starlight," she whispered back, blushing softly from the intimacy of the moment.
Lucien nudged her nose with his. "You've had your request. What will it be, human?" he teased softly. Emilia moved to kiss him, only for him to pull just out of reach. "Only good girls get kisses. I may be a scoundrel, but I do still want your consent, princess…" Her body shivered at the memory of that nickname.
"O fearsome dragon, what ever could I do in the face of such power and majesty?" Emilia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew her love preened under such words. But, she could play too. Batting her eyes up at him, she casually drew up one of her legs, grinding a knee into his groin. Lucien drew in a breath, the release rumbling through Emilia's bones as his head dropped, the angle and a curtain of inky silk hiding his face. Claws dug into her wrist, so close to breaking skin. She almost wished he would. Each twitch threatened to dig them that last little bit.
"Do I have a dragon tamer in my lair in the stead of a princess?" His head tilted up to look at her. His pupils had contracted, a couple of dark slits set into sapphires. "Consider your answer carefully… Are you even the proper level to train a dragon such as me?" Emilia could feel his cock quickly filling out under her knee. Heat swirled lower in her, and she resisted the urge to draw her legs together. It wouldn't matter. He would, and probably could, smell her regardless.
"And what if my confidence outpaces my experience, dreadful, glorious beast?" The firelight made the sapphiric gaze blaze through her, almost as if he could see down to her very soul. Maybe he could. Lucien grinned, his smile spreading farther with more teeth than this form should be capable of having.
The predator leaned down, puffing hot air by her ear.
"Then, my dear, I shall eat you up… Devour you down to the core…" His hips ground back against her leg. The movements were slow, controlled, like a hunter about to pounce on their quarry.
Her dress slid up her leg, claws dragging against her thigh. The hem settled against her hip, the other half of the fabric still down at her other ankle. Emilia's eyes drooped, a moan drifting up her throat like the first notes of a song.
"I- I believe you would devour me regardless of my-y 'occupation', dear sta-arlight." Her thoughts drifted from her head as he began to kiss down her neck. Small nips and lingering focus on different spots drove them out of her grasp.
"Mmm… Do I perhaps have an oracle instead?" That wicked, wicked tongue of his slowly drew up her neck, again, not quite the right size or shape for this form. The clawed hand drew up her body, settling on her chest. "Your heart is racing, little treasure chest.~" His voice, again growling in her ear, sounded smug. Emilia tried to wrap a couple fingers around his one, an awfully strong urge to hold his hand, to hold some part of him.
"I wonder why…when faced with a tremendous creature…" she murmured. "Help me out of this dress… It is unfair that you are undressed and I am not. Please, Lucien?" He kneaded her chest slowly, humming as if thinking over her request.
"Hmmm… Such a pretty request from such a pretty lady. Maybe you are a dragon tamer with the ease you throw about such honeyed words, a balm to my 'aggressive nature'…" With ease, he sat back, pulling Emilia with him and onto his lap. His cock somehow became trapped under her, though it wasn't much of a mystery as he slowly sawed it back and forth against her panties. Emilia clung to him, her face pressed into his shoulder.
"Does the great tamer give up already? I can feel your breath hitching against my skin,~" he purred. Fingers expertly undid the ties against her back, loosening them enough that the dress drooped under its own wait on her form. Now with access, Lucien lightly drew his claws up and down her back. Emilia moaned louder, pressing her body against him and shifting her hips for better friction. Her own nails dug into his back, catching the occasional patch of scales.
"Look at me…" his voice whispered in her ear, making her cunt seize up. Bastard could feel every movement she made. Emilia glanced up at him. "I said, look at me." He grabbed her chin and moved her head where he wanted it. He grinned down at her. "That's better… Does the poor dragon tamer need some pointers? I feel benevolent today." His thumb slid up, tapping at her bottom lip. "Open up, treasure. Put that mouth to one of its great uses…"
Emilia obeyed, accepting his thumb as her eyes finally slid shut. His soft praises turned her muscles to jelly. Her hands slid down his sides, one landing on his chest. She thumbed at his nipple, enjoying making it harden like the cock she was rocking her hips against, enjoying the way his breath caught and stumbled against her hand.
Something tickled against her thigh, moving up her leg before prodding at her cunt through her panties.
"Open your chest for me, little treasure?" His thumb slid from her lips, pulling a whine out with it. He tutted her softly. "Here I am trying to give you something better and you just complain… Little greedy thing, maybe you are a dragon deep down…" He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I know what you'll say for now, but I will change you the second you are ready, my own," he murmured against her hair, taking a deep inhale.
They'd had the conversation many times. He could change her and they would live out the rest of their long lives together. Spending each day together. Traveling the world, finding treasure that would start her own hoard. He had whispered the future he imagined to her for months after they had become mated. Each time, she listened, she stilled him when his tapestry of tales had been woven, and told him that she would be ready one day. But that time was not yet. She could pick the disappointment out of his acceptant gaze, though he never pushed back. What was a little longer to a dragon? But now… After today…
"Can I have your fingers, instead?" She batted her eyes at him, chasing the seed of greed he claims was planted in her chest. That rumbling purr rolled from his chest to her bones.
"I would love to, treasure. I'm going to move you if that's the case." Lucien waited a heartbeat for her to protest, scooping her up when she didn't. Emilia wrapped her legs around his torso and secured her hands behind his neck. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and just watched him as he carried her. He set her onto a rock formation covered in furs that acted as a lounge-bed for his humanoid form, letting one of her legs hang off the side.
"Such a gentle-dragon…~" she teased as she squirmed out of her dress and undergarments. Lucien stared her down, his gaze heavy as he took in her naked form. Emilia didn't miss his cock bobbing. She could properly see his whole body now as he stood before her. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, her mind drifting to using the horns that curved up and away from his face as leverage to get his face closer later.
And suddenly he was next to her, his grip tight on her wrist. "I thought you wanted my fingers, treasure?" His tone was low, wavering on a warning. Her cunt clenched around her own fingers. Huh, when had those gotten there..?
"I-I do…"
"Then why is something in my way?" All of their pretty words and games from a moment ago were gone. This was pure Lucien. Something was in the way of what he wanted, and it would be removed from his goal. Her hand was pulled away. Lucien sank to his knees, quickly and efficiently cleaning her fingers with that damned tongue as his own trailed up her thigh.
His thumb dipped between her legs, drawing up from her cunt until Emilia gasped from that little bundle of nerves being touched. The grin he gave her was pure devilish. The small circles he drew quickly had her arching and moaning. Her hips bucked against nothing, then, the barest brush of something against her entrance. Emilia glanced down. The bastard was holding his finger barely within range of her hip thrusts, the movements of his thumb not stopping.
"L-Luc, please…" Her voice broke. She tried to roll her hips to get the finger into her, but it hardly went past her entrance. "I-I… Please, need…~"
"You need?" He waited, already knowing her answer as his fingertip traced her needy entrance.
"You…" she whispered. Her voice shook. "Ple-e-e-se, Luc…"
Two fingers sunk into her, pulling out a moan. "You beg so prettily for me, my own.~" He played her like a master with their instrument. The slow, wavering drag. The quick, skillful finger movements. Formless words spilled from Emilia's chest, begging, pleading, promising.
Her hands went to her chest, kneading and squeezing her heaving bosom. Something warm and wet squirmed between her breasts. Emilia opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) to see Lucian's long tongue lolling out his mouth and falling between her. The corners of his mouth were quirked up as he watched her reaction. If Emilia wanted to pay attention, she would've noted that Lucian's form was slightly larger, as it did when he took on more and more draconic forms.
"That.. Want that…" she keened, trembling as the tongue flicked over a hardened nipple.
"More than these?~" Those damned, wonderful fingers kept thrusting. A soft, trembling hand stopped his.
"L-Luc… I want you…" It came out as a moan. That wasn't how she wanted it to sound when she told him this. Emilia tried to swallow, her mouth so dry.
"Mmm~ And you shall have me, my own, in time, once I've had my fun…~"
He didn't understand. Fine. She would've noted that make him understand.
Emilia sat up and leaned toward him. With not quite a lunge, she knocked him onto his back and straddled his hips. Her cunt clenched around nothing as his hands were forced away. He looked up at her with a surprised acceptance for whatever she would do to him next.
"I want you, Lucian… I'm ready, love…"
The cave around them rumbled with the energy of a much larger creature. Lucian was practically vibrating under her, his body acting like a toy against clit and cunt. Emilia barely held herself back from shamelessly grinding on him.
"Are you sure, treasure? This cannot be undone except by your death."
"Turn me, love! Please..!~" Her hips twitched. She was very quickly losing her self-control. A whine of protest tore from her as she was moved back to the pelted "chair", taking away that rumbling.
"Stay." Lucien kneeled before her. His form expanded, any false trace of human giving way to his true, draconic form. Emilia had seen him transform both ways many times in their time together, but when he returned to dragon, it always filled her with awe.
The expanse of the night sky stood before, no, above, her. His scales were glossy and black like his human hair. White flecks scattered across his body. If she tried hard enough, she could find constellations in his form. The pitch black horns that curved up and out of his skull may be harder to reach in this form, but it was still just as tempting to Emilia to try and use them as a grip. Brilliant blue eyes looked down at her, admiration bathing her.
Emilia held her arms out for him. As his head came closer, she fought against the instinct to run from a predator that still lingered in the back of her skull. His great head rested on her stomach, gently nudging her nose with his snout.
"Hello, beastie…" she murmured, stroking the tiny scales that covered his snout. Hot breath snorted over her before a long, slender tongue slid out of his mouth to flick over her cheek. Emilia kissed the tip of his nose. "So… How does this work, exactly?"
Lucien's lips pulled back in a grin that showed off his glittering, sharp teeth. "I've told you the process works before, my own."
She pressed another kiss to his snout and pouted. "Remind me? Please?"
His amusement rumbled through his body into hers. The weight of a dragon head lifted off Emilia's chest before he readjusted his body positioning. His cock slid up her stomach, hard as a bone and twitching.
"See how your sweet, golden words affect me so, treasure?" He slowly thrust his hips, grinding his dark, weeping cock against her. When it's head peaked from between her breasts, Emilia pressed a kiss to the head.
"Is that where you wish it first? Because if you are serious about this, I am going to cover every last inch of you in my cum, inside and out." Lucien's voice deepened into a growl as he spoke. Emilia's body shook from the tone. Her legs squeezed together as heat rushed south.
"Please… Fuck me, Luc… Make me yours, truely." Her hands drifted down, tracing his head with her fingertips. Another growl rumbled out of his chest.
"As you command, sun to my stars."