It was four in the morning, and Nick had fallen asleep on the floor, guarding Madchen, as his brother requested. Adam stood up, stretching his legs. His wards were fast asleep, it was time to patrol, checking the parameter for intruders.
Madchen awoke to
The door burst open. Jason looked up to see Drago running toward them, pure hate in his eyes.“Dark Lord,” he smiled, grabbing Madchen by the hair, pulling her to his knees.
He ducked into the medical helicopter, practically throwing her on the stretcher.It was large enough for ten people to move around comfortably. Marcu joined him, appearing out of nowhere.
The king and queen descended the stairs of their mansion.They both were beautiful, he with long flowing silver hair and piercing silver eyes. The king was tall with broad shoulders and his elven features He wore a robe made of silver material, with some kind of armour underneath.
In front of her was a room, filled with armed guards, two women and three men, all dressed in black shirts and green camo pants.The coppery stench of old blood filled the air. Behind them, she could see a man, with his arms chained to the ceiling. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, Jason.Madchen covered her mouth as one of the guards, a tall lanky african american man, sent a thundering punch to his gut.“This is what happens when you assault a woman,” he growled.To her, the scene was reminiscent of a movie she had watched in her youth, a spy interrogating a prisoner, torturing him for information, only they weren’t torturing him for that reason, they were doing it as recompense for her.All around him, the guards were yelling obscenities and cursing at him vehemently.The whole scene was unbelievable, mercenaries, she deduced, torturing the man who tried to kill her. It would seem like sweet vindication to most people, but Madchen it wasn’t that.No it incensed her, she could
“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down.“You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,”
The house itself was built in the fashion of a beach bungalow, like some of them Madchen had observed in Miami. The stucco exterior was painted a pretty peach hue, a homage to the marvelous sunsets only appreciated in this corner of the world. The house itself was surrounded by the ocean, so clear one could see to the bottom in some places. The whole area had an aura of warmth and comfort.
Drago pulled her back to his chest, and slowly guided her head back, her flaming hair caressed by the warm water. He took his time with her hair, softly washing it, caressing her long strands.It felt so wonderful, so glorious,that she fully relaxed and let him take control.“Can I touch you?” he actually asked, and patiently waited for her reply.
Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there.“We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.Angel was standing over her, blonde curly hair flowing down her shoulders. Marcu’s woman had a commanding presence about her, with her bright blue eyes, and toned body, shown off in a tight tank top and a pair of blue shorts. Just by the way Angel carried herself, one would understand she was not to be toyed with.Madchen gawked at the beautiful woman in confusion, trying to wrap her head around this unusual family she had become a part of. Angel, as if on cue, began with a vague explanation of sorts.“I am here because Drago asked me to help you get dressed,”
The morning sun blinded Madchen as she opened her eyes. She sat up in the bed, rubbing them blearily as she gathered her bearings, remembering last night’s escapades.Drago had taken her in the gentlest way;making love to her for half the night. It was a blissful experience, his warm mouth caressing her breasts,his hands roaming her body,the way he stoppe
Everyone clapped as the two of them stood there, in a warm embrace. Soon, his family disappeared and they were on their way back to their little cottage by the tropical sea.Madchen tensed as Drago picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the cottage.
Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.
Drago’s boat pulled into the dock at their hotel. Madchen squealed with delight when she saw the little white cottages lined up on the shore . White sand and blue-green water were everywhere she looked.She opted to leave Thor with Nick back on the family island. He and his brothers were taking care of operations while Drago was giving his mate a well-deserved
Madchen could feel the heat bearing down on her as the boat motored out of the little cove. Even through her expensive new sunglasses, she squinted as she looked around. The calam water sat so still that it gave a reflection of glass and she could see to the bottom, which was only around three feet.
“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze.“As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings.“I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pai
“A,Adam?” she stuttered, her mouth agape.“Yes, ma’am,” he gave her a low bow, eliciting a loud growl from Drago, who tried to shield her from Adam’s naked body.
Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work.“They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.”Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”Madchen stiffened in her chair, she felt Drago squeeze her hand. Looking up at him, she noticed a worried expression form on his face, or was it expectation? She really wasn’t sure what was about to happen.“Don’t tell me you are werewolves,” she tried to joke, but faltered when she realized no one thought her comment to be funny.“Not quite,” Marcu chimed in. Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun.“No Madchen, we have nothing in common w
Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.