Taran
They told Tru to pack her things. I know this is my fault. I need to find some way to keep her here. We will likely need to go back to her home, but there are a few things we need to do here first.
I approach the woman that spoke to Tru. “Excuse me, but I wanted to ask to reconsider sending Tru home. She hasn’t done anything.”
The woman gives me a stern look, “I’m not sure who you are or what the relationship between you and Miss Valcoas is, but the decision is final. Her scholarship got revoked, she’s caused damage to the hotel property, and she spent the night in a room not her own.”
“Her room was broken into by another of your pupils. The hotel is not blaming Tru, and neither should you. She stayed in another room last night because she didn’t feel safe in her old one. Tru did nothing but end a relationship with a boy after he threatened her. Why should she be punished?”
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Taran and I are still at the library. I just finished my homework and am now doing an image search with Taran’s description of the Dragon Stone. He’s sitting next to me with another book we got. I’ve noticed that he seems more comfortable since he’s read a couple of books on history. Occasionally he asks questions but not often. Without success using an image search, I ask Taran, “Would a vampire clan or wolf pack keep the stone or would the thief?” “What do you mean?” “Well, sometimes humans pass important items down generation to generation. For example, I have my great-grandmother’s music box and my grandmother’s recipe box after dying. It’s a way to keep the memory of them alive. If a human did take the stone, perhaps they kept it in their family.” Taran looks at me curiously, “Do you think one of Brehm’s decedents has the Dragon Stone?” I shrug, “I’m not sure. Was Brehm ever found?” Taran shakes his head, “Not before I turned to s
Taran continues to look through the books while I work on homework. I pause for a moment and look up at Taran. He looks up from his book. I rub my eyes, “I’ve stared at the screen to long, my eyes are starting to hurt.”“Yeah, this is my third book and the words are starting to run together.”I give him a small smile, “Maybe we should take a break. It would give our eyes a chance to rest.”Taran looks at me with lust, “Perhaps maybe we should call it a night? It is rather late.”I stand up and begin walking towards the bed. Taran got us a small cabin. It is like a studio. There is a small kitchenette, a table with four chairs, and a sitting area. The small sitting area has a full couch, a love seat, and two chairs positioned around a round coffee table and open to the fireplace. The bed is across the room in a corner. It’s a standard queen and makes the cabin feel intimate. This is a place I woul
TaranI lay next to Tru as she sleeps. It surprises me how strong she is. I didn’t expect her to be able to withstand my full power. But she did and seemed to like it. At least I hope she enjoyed it.I plan to have Tru wear my clothes Sunday to have her scent on me Monday. I don’t just want to let her go by herself. The thought of her being alone with the wolf and a vampire gives me an uneasy feeling. But, I’m worried that being with her will only put Tru in more danger. She’s very loyal, and I’ve enjoyed being with her. I don’t want her to get hurt.I feel the need to shift into my proper form. After feeding the gem the energy I got from Tru, I go outside. It’s after midnight, and the area we are staying in seems sparse. I got a cabin this time to give Tru and me some privacy. It doesn’t take me long to shift, and I quickly take flight. I fly above the clouds. The last time I flew was two days after
I wake up practically on Taran again. The covers are off the bed. Taran’s body is radiating heat. Maybe dragons are made from fire? I should ask about what is and isn’t true when it comes to dragons. Taran stirs as I pull away. His arm is around me with his hand resting on my hip. I feel his grip tighten, and his chest vibrates as he lets out a low growl, warning me not to move. His grip immediately loosens, and he stops growling when I relax back into him.I wonder if Taran holds me because I’m so much cooler than him. His body is like an inferno, and it’s clear he doesn’t like blankets. I woke up without blankets yesterday too.I’m not sure how much time passes before Taran begins to wake. In a soft voice, I say, “Good morning.” He looks at me and smiles. I smile back. Feeling a little embarrassed, I tell him, “Can you let me go now? I need the bathroom.”Taran pulls his arm off me, and I could almost
I’m putting the last pillow on the bed when I hear Taran behind me. Since there is no door, he’s making it known that he’s there. “Lay down and raise your skirt.” Before facing him, I bite my lower lip. Getting back into character, I turn towards him but don’t move towards the bed. “I’m not a patient king, little dove. Lay down; I want to make sure you’re truly a virgin.”I lay across the bed and slowly pull the skirt of my dress up, along with my shift. Taran’s eyes stare at my sex. He licks his lips. I can see his struggle; this must be affecting him as much as it’s affecting me.He pushes my legs up and further apart. “It looks like you are indeed a virgin.” Taran’s fingers lightly move over my sex, causing me to tense. He chuckles and begins to rub my inner thighs, “You are fortunate, little dove. Many maidens wish for me to take their virginity. This is an honor for you
I sit up and begin fixing my dress. I don’t bother retying the laces, but I lay the fabric in its correct place. Taran comes in with two glasses of water. I gladly accept the one he offers me and down it. My legs shake as I stand. Placing my glass on the nightstand, I turn towards the wardrobe where I put my clothes. Just as I reach for the door, I hear Taran’s low voice, “Where are you going, little dove?” I pause and take a moment to get the smile off my face. Turning back towards Taran, I say, “I’m sorry, your grace, I just needed to move around.” “Why did you cover yourself, little dove?” “I-I thought we finished.” Grabbing the back of my hair, Taran forces me to look at him. His blue eyes pierce into mine. “Did I say we finished?” “No, your grace,” I responded breathlessly. Taran smirks, “You must be punished now, little dove.” Grabbing the top of the dress and shift, he easily tears it down the middle. Once it’s low enoug
My mind jumps from one thought to the next without completing anything. I’m brought out of my thoughts by Taran’s voice, “Is everything okay? You look upset.” I look up at him and shrug, “It’s a long and boring story.” Giving me a reassuring smile, he sits in front of me and says, “Tell me the story.” My eyes wander over Taran’s naked body. I want to run my hands all over him, kiss all his bulging muscles, and feel him shudder from the pleasure I bring him. “Tru, are you alright?” I blink a few times and nod, “Yeah, so the story. I’m not sure where to begin. My father’s birthday is next month, and my middle brother David is planning a party for him. David asked me to make the food and prep what Dad plans to grill. I don’t have an issue with any of this, but I’m not too fond of David’s wife, Cindy. She makes underhanded comments about my family, and it gets to me. It’s caused a rift between David and me, so I feel that everyone is telling me last minut
TaranTru seems to be relaxing around me. I’m not sure why she tensed when I teased her about the notebooks. I was more hoping she would explain why she’s keeping them.I know what she was afraid of me seeing, but I thought she knew I would see it. To keep Tru from feeling embarrassed, I lie and tell her that I didn’t see anything outside of her character and past. I need Tru to stay loyal, so I keep what I know about her a secret.Once we find the stone and I free the dragons, I will force her to be mine. Just to make sure she understands that I own her, I’m going to keep her in my room. Tru will be my pet companion. Instead of using her for energy, I will use her for my pleasure.Tru makes me feel things I’ve never experienced. I’ve had countless women in my ninety years, and none compare to Tru. She’s responsive and confident; dark and submissive; loyal and mischievous.Once she finishes explaining thing
TaranI finally have Tru back home with me. She wasn’t herself at first. It is clear she barely remembers our dreams, but she remembers enough to recognize me.I shouldn’t have threatened Tru about having my heir. I just needed the damn wall she built around herself gone. I needed Tru, my Tru, and I only knew one way to find her.The first time I ever saw Tru, really saw her, was our first time in that hotel. Somehow sex broke down our walls. It was always like that. Anytime that wolf hurt her, Cindy angered her, or she felt sadness of her mother, I found Tru during sex. It broke down every barrier. The same was true for me. Anytime the pressures or frustrations got to me, Tru knew how to break through to me.Our first time back together, Tru asked me to be gentle. It was unlike her. That’s when I noticed the fear in her eyes. I realized then how much Tru was hiding, not just from me, but herself. That is why I gave her a fantasy. There were minor differences, but the main part of Tru
We walk back to the house. There is a small stairway on the other side of a large, empty room. We descend into a room where a pool resides. There are no windows, but stones in the wall seem to glow. I approach one, my fingers gently glide over it. The stone flickers. I hear music. The stones seem to be humming. All the stones flicker one by one, playing a melody that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place.“Now they are going to show off for you,” Taran says with amusement.I can’t help but smile. “What song is this?”Taran shakes his head, “I cannot hear them, I can only see them.”My smile fades. “Really?”Taran nods, “You were blessed by the spirits. You can see and hear things others cannot.”I shrug, “I’m not good with magic. I used to make smoke animals to entertain children, but their parents felt uncomfortable with it, so I stopped. Then I tried at home, but after a few mishaps, it was strongly advised that I didn’t continue”.“Show me,” Taran says.I feel slightly embarrass
We land on the beach near our house. I struggle to climb off Taran, but he uses his tail to help me. After Taran passes me the box, he steps away. “Wait,” I stammer.Taran pauses, watching me closely. I put the box on the ground. “I haven’t gotten a good look at you. This is the real you, right?” I asked gesturing towards him.A grumble, then Taran’s bends his head so his gaze meets mine. I extend my hand out to touch him but quickly recoil. “I’m sorry. I forgot that it is rude to pet someone.”Another grumble, followed by something gripping me around the waist. I’m pulled towards the dragon. If my hands were not in front of me then I would have slammed into him, face first.“You don’t mind me touching you?” I asked. Taran shakes his head. My fingers trace the red scales varying in hue. Some are bright red, some scarlet, other a blood red all with thin golden marbling. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper. I look up into Taran’s reddish-orange eyes. “And you’re warm. I assumed you would feel
“She used you to get to me?” I asked. David nods. A look of shame washes over his face. “I’m sorry you were put in that position,” I tell him.David nods, “I’m sorry I let her manipulate me.”Something inside me seems to break. Looking at Taran, I ask, “Will it ever stop?”Taran shakes his head, “No, but I’m never letting you go again.” Taran squeezes my hand, “That is why I made a home for us. I put wards around our home to protect you.”“It doesn’t end with me, does it? What about the heir you desperately want?” I demanded.“Without an heir, the dragons will die. They will fight for power until they kill each other, leaving the world open to all the night creatures to kill. The water, the ground, and even the air will become poisoned.” Taran’s eyes soften, “I know you’re worried about the future, but I promise you if we decide to ignore our destiny, the future is much worse.”I stare at Taran, “They will never be a child. Someone will always be trying to hurt them or take advantage
“Trudy-bug,” my father cries when he sees me. He hugs me so tightly that I can barely breathe. “I was worried you would never want to see me again.”“I’m sorry, Dad,” I say as tears start to stream down my face.“No. No. I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you about Cindy,” my father said.“What happened?” I asked.My father shakes his head, “It’s not important now. All that matters is that you’re safe.” He motions towards a house, “Come, I will have everyone over soon to say hello.”Taran stands next to me after shifting back into his human form. My father smiles and offers him a hand, “Taran, thank you for bringing her home.”Taran accepts my father's hand, “Tru’s home is with me. Once she is settled, I will take her to learn from the spirits. She will likely be gone a year or more.”“You’re sending me away?” I asked surprised.Taran nods, “When I can no longer teach you, yes. I will visit you often.”“I am not losing another year with my family,” I replied.“We will not discuss this
“I really don’t like flying,” I protest as Taran and I pack for the trip to my family’s island.“You were meant to soar, little dove.” Taran replies. His arms wrap around my waist from behind, “You are a mate to a dragon. Trust me, soon you will love being above the clouds.”I lean back against his chest. “What does my family think of all this?”Taran kisses the side of my head, “They don’t completely understand, but they know I will keep you safe at all costs.”“When will the dragons no longer see me as a threat? How long will we stay here?” I asked.I hear the smile in Taran’s voice. “Not even two days and you’re wanting to leave.”“It’s not that,” I argue. “I miss seeing people living their daily lives. Not cowering from me in fear or kissing up to me.”“The dragons will kiss up to you a lot, when they aren’t scheming your death.”I snort, “You forget I lived with wolves.”“One day, I will bow at your feet and beg for forgiveness at letting those animals take you,” Taran murmurs in
Taran grabs my dress and tears it down the middle—the dress pools at my feet before I can react. Taran grabs my wrists and pulls me towards the bed. Using his body weight to hold me in place, he bends me over the bed, holding my wrist behind my back. I struggle to get away until his free hand comes down on my bottom, causing a terrible sting. The impact stops my struggle.With a gentle touch, Taran soothes my back cheek. His voice is calm, but stern: “No clothes in the bed, dove. I want to feel your soft skin against me when we are in bed. I would prefer you naked at all times, but I have compromised and even provided you with clothes.” Taran removes his hand before bringing it down on the other cheek.“Ow,” I cry. I’m sure Taran has left his handprint on both sides of my bottom. “I won’t wear clothes in bed again my dragon.”“Why should I believe you, dove?” Taran asked. His hand slowly moves down the back of my thigh, then up the inside. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider for
I sit at the foot of the bed, watching the storm. The bedroom lights are dim, and I can see the waves crashing onto the shore as the lightning flashes.My back faces the door to the hall as I stare out the window. “You’re not supposed to wear clothes in bed,” Taran says, causing me to jump. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he adds while walking toward me. He removes his clothes before sitting opposite me. Taran hands me a package wrapped in paper: “I brought you a present.”“Thank you,” I reply.I unwrap the package to find a magic book as Taran explains, “I know you didn’t get to practice a lot of magic in the last couple of years. If you are interested, I can help you.”“I didn’t know dragons could use magic,” I reply while flipping through the book.“You will surpass me in a few months, but I can use magic. Most dragons have a natural magic, and the royal dragons can use spells.” Taran shrugs, “We can make charms and potions too, but I’m not very good.”“I would appreciate any help y
A loud crash of thunder jolts me from my sleep. The lightening brightens the room momentarily, and I find myself alone. A dim light seeps in from under the door. As I sit up, the room begins to brighten. I open the chest where Taran got the dress out and find that it is full of sundresses. I pick one and go out into the hall.Taran stands in the kitchen, cooking. He is dressed in a cotton shirt and board shorts. “Hello,” I say awkwardly.Turning towards me, Taran shows no emotion on his face. “Hello, dove. How did you sleep?”“I slept great until the thunder. What about you?”Taran is back, facing the food. “I didn’t sleep, there is much for me to do.”“What are you making? Can I help?” I offer.“It’s almost ready. Why don’t you set the table?”I nod and start looking for plates and utensils. “What do you want to drink?” I asked.“Just water,” he replies.I find glasses and fill them. Taran brings the food to the table, and we sit down to eat. “It smells nice,” I say with a smile.Tar