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This is what these people qualify as a wedding dress? Thirty minutes later, and I still felt naked. The dress was mostly see through mesh, with swirls of plated gold on the boobs and crotch. Also the only thing preventing me from flashing the whole world. From the back, you could see everything. “There is nothing here.” I cry, looking desperately at Chepi. “I’m naked. Like legit.” My hair is wavy and soft, my makeup is light and natural, and the dress is non existent. “It’s a traditional Alva wedding dress.” “And everyone wears these?” I shriek. The other servants are cleaning up the mess from getting ready quickly, avoiding looking at me as I bitch about my dress. “Well, no. But you are quite beautiful. And it looks just as it should on you.” I sigh, shaking my head. “ I need underwear. Do I have white ones?” She nods, her eyes lighting up. I take the white stringy underwear she hands me a moment later. That's a bit better, I guess. Although I must admit, when I thought about
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I smiled against Erik's mouth at the yells of congratulations from the watching Alva at the top of the path. I pull away, resting my forehead against his and back up a little. I stared into his sea foam green eyes, thinking about how crazy this was that I did this, but also feeling... happy. As I've said, I hadn't any luck with men in the other world, so I wasn't sure I was ever even going to get married. To be standing here now, a crazy handsome man in front of me looking down like he was the lucky one? I couldn't help the excited skip in my heart.“What now?” I whisper, searching his eyes. I laugh and squeal when he suddenly picks up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I can hear cheering and whooping, encouragment from all the watching Alva. At least no one was booing us, demanding to know why'd he'd marired some wanna be Mann from another world.“Now I get to show you what I’ve been building for you this week.” He flips me around once we start walking throu
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Despite my inexpierence, something about the nervous way Erik is looking at me makes me feel more bold than I ever thought I could be. I sit up on the edge of the bed and grab the back of his hair, gently pulling him down so I can whisper in his ear, “are you going to make love to me now?” I ask him softly. He grunts, and I feel his hands moving to push my mouth against his own, my words forcing him into action. I feel him moving to pick me up by the ass and move me to the center of the bed so he could hover over me. “I can't believe you are my wife.” He mutters, running a finger along the metal plates on my breast. His finger moves up the hem of the see through part of my dress above my boobs, and I gasp when I feel him dig through the material and start tearing it down the middle. “What are-” His hand over my mouth forced me to stop talking. “I want to see all of you, my flower. I want to lick you, everywhere.” I shudder into his arms, white hot pleasure shooting all the way dow
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The days after Erik and I’s wedding were mostly filled with us glued to one another, touching, kissing, talking and laughing. I couldn’t keep my hands off him now that I’d had a taste, and he was no different. I wasn’t even embarrassed to say, we had learned every inch of each other’s bodies in the five days we spent locked up together. I’m not even sure we came up for air sometimes.I would’ve stayed locked up in that cabin with him forever, because I knew as soon as we stepped out, it would be back to work. He’d get super busy, especially since he’d been gone for a minute now, and I would get wrapped up with my dragons, trying to uncloak myself, and getting used to this new life I was about to start living.We may not get another minute alone like this for a while.Eventually though, our five days were up, and we left the little house Erik had built for us, and made our way back to the main estate. Erik was already ticking off the things he needed to do, and I was walking beside
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The field I was currently standing in was beautiful. The grass was long and green, moving like water in the wind. There were clumps of colorful flowers popping up, drawing my eye immediately to them. Some of the plants seemed to be… glowing. So brightly colored they hurt my eyes to look at. The trees lining the edge of the field were tall and old looking, seemingly reaching out to touch the dark night sky with their twisted fingers. In some of them I could see thick rope with frayed ends swaying from the lower down branches. An image of children climbing all over those ancient trees flashed in my mind. In the distance, lights could be seen and voices could be heard. I could hear evening doves cooing, and bugs singing their song. I could hear the deep croaking of toads coming from a pond pushed in the back corner of the field. It was what I would imagine a fairy tale sounding and looking like. I half expected a deer to come up and nuzzle my neck.“You look like you’re thinking really
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He looks up at the big moon with me, and I find my gaze drifting, turning to look at his eyes so that I can see the moon’s reflection in them. Sure enough, it’s like I’m staring into a lake’s surface. “I grew up a mile or so that way,” he points towards the tree line ahead of us. I turned away from his face to follow his pointed finger, where I saw the lights and heard voices earlier. “I grew up with ten younger brothers and sisters.”“That’s a lot of siblings.” I say, looking back at his handsome face. His jaw is clean and sharp looking, his lips thick, with a scar going through the top and lower right corner. It has a brother, going across his right eye. I move my gaze down to his neck, where I can see dark blue lines wrapping around from the back. I gently nudge his jawline, and he complies, twisting his head so I can see the back of his neck. I try to ignore the spark I feel when I touch his skin. A large circle tattoo, which is sliced like a pie, is on the back of his neck. Each
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I snap awake, and become aware of everything all at once. The back of my neck is drenched in sweat. My dog is staring at me. It was only a dream. After the last realization, a kind of hole forms in the middle of my chest, and I can feel tears burning at the corners of my eyes. All traces of wonder and hope that came with being in a good dream washed away as my consciousness returned. I sit up, and hold my dog's head in my hands. “It was just a dream.” I tell her, and she responds by licking her waggly chops. I sigh, and let go of her face. I throw my blanket off of me, and perch on the edge of the bed. I can see my reflection in the tall black framed mirror that I have leaning against the wall across the room. My dark brown eyes look wide and wild. My shoulder length black hair is matted in the back, making it look thicker than it usually is. Even from across the room I can tell it looks like I’ve just seen a ghost.Dream or not, that was intense. I rub my fingers together, and
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“I got this.” I say to my mother, stretching my neck forward to see the front of the line.It’s been four days since my dream. The day of the dream, I hadn’t really done anything. I fed my dog breakfast and then went back to bed until three, until I had to get up and get ready for work at five. Work had been busy, a pleasant distraction from thinking about my dream. The next few days after that I spent mostly trying to occupy my mind. I cleaned the house and my room, gave my dog a bath, sorted out some clothes to sell for extra cash, stuff like that. My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test.I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I h
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The days after Erik and I’s wedding were mostly filled with us glued to one another, touching, kissing, talking and laughing. I couldn’t keep my hands off him now that I’d had a taste, and he was no different. I wasn’t even embarrassed to say, we had learned every inch of each other’s bodies in the five days we spent locked up together. I’m not even sure we came up for air sometimes.I would’ve stayed locked up in that cabin with him forever, because I knew as soon as we stepped out, it would be back to work. He’d get super busy, especially since he’d been gone for a minute now, and I would get wrapped up with my dragons, trying to uncloak myself, and getting used to this new life I was about to start living.We may not get another minute alone like this for a while.Eventually though, our five days were up, and we left the little house Erik had built for us, and made our way back to the main estate. Erik was already ticking off the things he needed to do, and I was walking beside
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Despite my inexpierence, something about the nervous way Erik is looking at me makes me feel more bold than I ever thought I could be. I sit up on the edge of the bed and grab the back of his hair, gently pulling him down so I can whisper in his ear, “are you going to make love to me now?” I ask him softly. He grunts, and I feel his hands moving to push my mouth against his own, my words forcing him into action. I feel him moving to pick me up by the ass and move me to the center of the bed so he could hover over me. “I can't believe you are my wife.” He mutters, running a finger along the metal plates on my breast. His finger moves up the hem of the see through part of my dress above my boobs, and I gasp when I feel him dig through the material and start tearing it down the middle. “What are-” His hand over my mouth forced me to stop talking. “I want to see all of you, my flower. I want to lick you, everywhere.” I shudder into his arms, white hot pleasure shooting all the way dow
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I smiled against Erik's mouth at the yells of congratulations from the watching Alva at the top of the path. I pull away, resting my forehead against his and back up a little. I stared into his sea foam green eyes, thinking about how crazy this was that I did this, but also feeling... happy. As I've said, I hadn't any luck with men in the other world, so I wasn't sure I was ever even going to get married. To be standing here now, a crazy handsome man in front of me looking down like he was the lucky one? I couldn't help the excited skip in my heart.“What now?” I whisper, searching his eyes. I laugh and squeal when he suddenly picks up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I can hear cheering and whooping, encouragment from all the watching Alva. At least no one was booing us, demanding to know why'd he'd marired some wanna be Mann from another world.“Now I get to show you what I’ve been building for you this week.” He flips me around once we start walking throu
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter Eighty-Nine
This is what these people qualify as a wedding dress? Thirty minutes later, and I still felt naked. The dress was mostly see through mesh, with swirls of plated gold on the boobs and crotch. Also the only thing preventing me from flashing the whole world. From the back, you could see everything. “There is nothing here.” I cry, looking desperately at Chepi. “I’m naked. Like legit.” My hair is wavy and soft, my makeup is light and natural, and the dress is non existent. “It’s a traditional Alva wedding dress.” “And everyone wears these?” I shriek. The other servants are cleaning up the mess from getting ready quickly, avoiding looking at me as I bitch about my dress. “Well, no. But you are quite beautiful. And it looks just as it should on you.” I sigh, shaking my head. “ I need underwear. Do I have white ones?” She nods, her eyes lighting up. I take the white stringy underwear she hands me a moment later. That's a bit better, I guess. Although I must admit, when I thought about
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“You are already attached.” Erik says as he stands in front of me a few minutes later. He’s placed Binny in the nest he made with pillows and blankets already, and is taking Bacus from my arms to do the same. “Go get comfy.” I nodded and pulled my pants off so I was just in a shirt and underwear. “You tired?” I ask Beatrix. She chirps, and yawns. “Of course you are. I’m proud of you for finding me.” I whisper, petting her cheek with one finger. She chirps again, and blinks heavily, leaning into me. I did not think dragons would be so affectionate. How could anyone make this thing into a slave? Erik was right, I was already getting attatched. Thinking of someone hurting them made rage bubble in my stomach.I climbed into the nest, waiting for Beatrix to hop off my shoulder and curl up with her siblings. I honestly had no idea if she was even a she, or if the other two were boys. I was just guessing. But she had pretty, almond shaped eyes with thick, short lashes that looked so feminin
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We pushed the wedding back a day, to give the dragon babies time to get in. We didn’t want them landing in the middle of the ceremony. It was Erik’s idea, and I was a little surprised. But when he leaned into my ear and said he wanted me to be focused on nothing but him on our wedding night, it made sense again.He was just being a hornball. Meanwhile, all I could think about was how the hell I was supposed to raise dragons. Erik told me everyone would help, so they would really just need love from me. “Dragons need love?” I asked when he said that. He shrugs. “Unless you planned on using them for slaves, without love, a dragon is just a feral creature.” I shake my head. “I would never keep anything as a slave.” Erik smiles. “Then they will come to you for that. Eventually they will gain human forms, like Bacudal did. “I wonder who loved him…” I mused. “You already know the answer to that.” Erik had said. It was Sanju. I was sitting on the window ledge in Erik’s room right n
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“Shit!” I sit up quickly, gasping and frantic as I try to figure out where I am.“My lady!”There were hands all over me, grabbing my face, touching me.“Back up!” I yell without really thinking, and everyone listens. I looked around frantically, trying to find out where I was. Was that real? Was Bacudal really dead? Where were his dragon babies? Had I saved them? My heart was pounding in my chest, and the back of my head hurt from where the man had grabbed a chunk of my hair. I reach back and can feel the tangles and knots. It was real. All that really did just happen.I was on the ground in the middle of the area in front of the common house. I was dresse
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I force my eyes to move to the man who had just killed Bacudal. He's picked up the red eyed dragon by the tail and is looking at it upside down as it cries. His face is contorted in disgust as he glares at it's wiggling body.No. He’s touched it.But they’re not singing yet? It didn't count then, right?As soon as I think that, the two who remain in the nest start making a humming noise, a noise I can only assume is singing. I’d never seen dragons hatch before, so I had no idea what I was supposed to be listening for. This sounded close enough to me, though. I don’t think, just take a breath
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Despite being totally underqualified, I did as Bacudal instructed, and backed myself into the darkest corner I could find, stretching my ears out to listen. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I was convinced it was going to burst through my ribcage.The minutes ticked by, and finally, I heard a crash. It sounded like the front door being kicked open. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the cold temperature. I swallowed thickly, trying to push my fear down as far as I could. I can do this. I can do this.A childish snicker from Bacudal followed by another slam, a crash. Footsteps coming up the stairs.“STOP!” Bacudal is screaming. Even though he knew the Gud was coming for his babies, I cou
