About a Dragon

When he saw his dark beauty in the village, Briec thought, Why the hell not?

He’d returned to the village early that morning to sniff her out, destroy her husband if he interfered and take her home with him. But Briec never expected to find the entire town trying to execute her while turning the event into a family gathering.

And they called dragons “monsters”.

Besides, he’d reminded himself at the time, if you rescue her she’ll be grateful. According to his younger brother Gwenvael there was nothing more accommodating than a grateful human female.

Briec looked down, the two suns glinting off a large lake catching his eye. A perfect place for taking a little break and getting to know his new human.

They landed by the water’s edge and Briec immediately released her from his tail. As he expected, she pulled herself into a tight ball. Her eyes tightly closed, her entire body shaking. Dragonfear. No, Briec didn’t understand it, but he respected it. Dragons were awesome beings, so humans should quake in fear. At least for a little while.

Briec yawned and glanced around the dark bit of forest he discovered. It was nice. Shame a cave wasn’t nearby. Although he hated the thought of moving. After two hundred and sixty two years, he’d collected quite a lot of treasure. Besides, he liked his den.

As he was wondering how long before the dragonfear might take to wear off, Briec saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slowly, he watched the human, her hands still bound but hurriedly pushing her fingers between the noose and her throat, scrambling up to her feet. As she moved toward the trees, Briec whipped his tail out, slamming the tip into the ground right in front of her. She reared back and fell on her adorable ass.

“Going somewhere, little human?”

* * *

Talaith stared at the silver spike planted in front of her. That silver spike a mere tip to the longest tail she’d ever seen. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at the dragon.

By the gods—he’s huge! She felt the panic again. The dragonfear. One of the most unpleasant feelings she’d ever experienced. It dug deep into her gut and spread out, immobilizing her limbs, her ability to speak and think. All she wanted to do was scream and cry and beg for eternal darkness so she didn’t have to look at it anymore.

“Take deep slow breaths,” it told her. “It will calm you.”

Calm her? Slow breaths? Instead she sucked in a breath to tell it to go to hell, but ended up sending her late-night snack spewing across the dragon’s foot.

Staring down, it muttered, “Oh, that’s just vile.”

Talaith’s eyes narrowed and suddenly she found her voice. “And yet, I feel remarkably better,” she sneered.

Ah, and look…she’d found her stupidity, too. You’re mouthing off to a dragon, Talaith. Well, she never could curb her tongue.

Although, she wasn’t lying. She actually did feel better. Perhaps getting sick relieved the tension the dragonfear caused. She didn’t know, but when the dragon’s violet eyes settled on her, she was grateful she hadn’t had a big snack the night before.

“Hhhmm. A sense of humor.” He cocked his head to the side. “That actually might annoy me.”

She frowned, ignoring the teasing sound to that oh-so-low voice and, with heavy sarcasm answered, “Oh, well, that’ll keep me up nights.”

Had she lost her mind? What was she doing? Her husband always said she had the most vicious tongue he’d ever come across. But she couldn’t help herself. Some days it was her only defense.

“Seems the dragonfear is wearing off, little human.”

“So it would seem, enormous dragon.” She cringed when he showed rows and rows of large fangs. Good gods is that his smile?

“Well, we can’t stand here all day marinating in your sick.”

Sitting back on her heels, her stomach finally settling, she said, “Sorry. Does the smell ruin a good meal for you?”

“As a matter of fact, it does.”

“Well isn’t that just too—Aiyee!”

The dragon’s tail wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. “So perhaps we should get you clean then, eh?” Then the bastard flung her into the lake.

She screamed until she hit the water and went under. Forcing herself not to panic or drink too much of the lake, Talaith kicked her legs hard trying to get back to the surface. As she broke through, she saw the dragon glide into the water, his head and body disappearing from her sight.

He was coming to eat her! Her lust for survival swept through her, knocking out any fear, and she turned and did her best to swim to the other side with her hands still bound.

She knew she didn’t have a chance, though, and wasn’t surprised when he grabbed hold of her waist. That’s when she started fighting, kicking and thrashing. He would still make her his morning meal, but she’d make sure she didn’t go down easy.

“Calm yourself, woman.”

“Let me go!”

“I said calm down!” He yanked her to him and Talaith immediately froze. That did not feel like any dragon.

She looked down and saw an arm wrapped around her waist. Although it was the biggest arm she’d ever seen in her entire existence, it was still not the forearm of a dragon. It was human.

Terrified of what she’d find holding her, Talaith turned her head and peered behind her.

“Feeling calmer now, m’lady?” he asked while grinning.

Talaith took a deep breath as she stared at her beautiful knight. “As a matter of fact…no. I’m not.” Then she growled, “So get your bloody hands off me.”