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Slave of the Onyx Dragon

Silver Taurus

Chapter 2

DIMITRI

The night sky breeze grazes our bodies as we head back to Mount Errigal. The woman in my arms grabs my waist like it’s her only way to survive.

The smile on my face just spreads more and more as I look at her. I am ready to have her once we arrive, but watching her carefully, she looks scared, even confused.

“Dimitri, what are you going to do?” Damian asks. I can feel the other eyes on me.

“We will wait and see. I need to know more about her,” I say, ending the conversation.

Growls start spreading across the night sky as the palace comes into view.

“Here we are, my slave,” I say as I look down at her.

Shyly, she turns her head and looks at the grand palace. We built my home on the highest mountain peaks, with a cave at the bottom.

Gold and white rocks make the structure of the place look confusing. From afar, it looks like an old destroyed palace.

But it’s just to send away intruders, even though every human knows Mount Errigal belongs to us, the Dragons of Errigal. No one would dare come close unless we requested them.

Our horde has lived in this mountain range for eight centuries. Generations of dragons have ruled and fought endless battles here. My reign has been one of the strongest and longest.

The dragon horde of Errigal consists of 280 dragons. In addition, we have human mages and sorcerers who live with us, who help us get things we need.

We respect humans, but if they are traded or used against us, we kill them. After all, we are heartless monsters in the eyes of humans.

Finally, seeing the cave’s entrance, we all land. Getting down from my brother’s body, I reach my hand to help the woman.

“Here, allow me,” I say as I extend my hand toward her. Her hair is tangled all over her face. She looks scared.

I wish not to scare her, but my patience runs thin, and her slowness gets on my nerves.

My brother Damian looks impatient, wiggling his body with a low growl. Valkyrie reaches for my arms and, with a yelp, gets down.

“There we go,” I say with a smile. Valkyrie looks at the dragon behind her. Damian’s dragon form has silver scales. Mine are pitch-black.

“Don’t be scared; my brother won’t do you any harm,” I whisper. “Unless you want him to.”

That makes her jump and turn. The moment her eyes meet mine, I inhale deeply. I didn’t notice it before, but now that light reveals her face, I see her eyes.

“Wow, her eyes. She has heterochromia,” Damian whispers in delight.

Indeed, her eyes are two different colors, and unique ones. It entrances me. I feel like I can see into two other worlds.

But then, seeing that we are staring too much, she averts her gaze as a slight blush spreads on her pale skin.

“Report what happened. I have other things to attend to,” I order. Damian nods and excuses himself.

Grabbing ahold of her hand, I turn right and head toward the palace. All the way, she looks around. Her eyes sometimes go wide as she notices the unique structures.

Finally, reaching the palace’s first floor, I turn and call for a servant. “Bring female clothes and food. Also, some medicine,” I say as I walk.

“W-wait!” I hear Valkyrie say, pulling me abruptly. Turning with a slight growl, I look at her. She fidgets with her skirt.

“What?” I say between growls.

“W-where are you taking me?” Valkyrie asks as her eyes meet mine.

She has something. Her eyes take my breath away when she looks at me, making my body shudder.

“I will help you tend your wounds,” I say as my eyes land on her thighs. “That wound especially looks terrible. I don’t like it when my mate looks like this.”

Her eyes instantly go wide. I can feel her entwined hand squeezing mine.

“Let’s go,” I say once again.

We reach my chambers and the golden double doors open with a creak. Her eyes curiously wander around the place.

“Wow,” Valkyrie whispers.

An enormous dome-like cave with golden pillars offers a refreshing view of the whole chamber.

Furniture lies nicely all over the place, and a massive canopy bed with different furs laid on it is in the middle of the room, near the open balcony.

Long drapes are swiftly moving in the night wind, making a serene scene of the mountains. My chambers are simple. As a dragon, I like gold, but my chambers are the last ones to have gold on them.

Letting go of her hands, I point toward an opening to the left. “Go, there’s a natural hot spring. Go wash,” I order.

Valkyrie stands in the middle of the chambers. She is nervously nodding at what I just asked her to do, watching her body disappear.

I walk over to a table and open a box. The small wooden box clicks as I unlock it. Pulling a necklace out of it, I lay it down on the table.

Someone knocks at the door. Smelling the air, I recognize the food and the servant. I growl softly, letting him know that he may come in.

Then, looking to the side, I see two servants, one with a tray of food and the other with several female clothes.

“Set that down, and where is the medicine?” I ask as the servants bow.

“Your Majesty, the mage is on his way. He said he would come in person,” the servant says with his head down.

I order them to take their leave. I smell a scent: cinnamon. Distracted by it, I hear a slight cough. I snap my head behind me.

I see her, Valkyrie.

She has a cloth over her body. Water drips along her face and onto her shoulders. The scent is coming from her and is making me crazy. Then, snapping out of it, I look at her.

Her eyes meet my golden ones.

“Um, I am ready…,” Valkyrie mumbles.

“Yes,” I said, clearing my throat. Then, moving to the table to grab Valkyrie some clothes, I feel the mage’s presence at the chamber’s door.

“You may come in,” I say with a frown.

The double door opens and in walks the mage. His long legs take a big step to stand before me and bow. His eyes immediately move to Valkyrie.

“Oh,” he says with wonder.

“Michael, this is Valkyrie,” I say, introducing them.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Michael says as he stands straight.

I watch how his eye moves from her face and lands on her thigh.

“That looks bad,” Michael says with a frown. “How long has it been?”

Valkyrie hides her wound with the cloth that covers her wet body.

“I lost track,” Valkyrie says after some seconds. “I already washed it.”

“No, that needs treatment, and now,” Michael says as he grabs her wrist and pulls her to the bed. Then, sitting her down, he bends and looks at it.

“You’re lucky it isn’t infected,” Michael says as his hands glow with a blue hue. “She will need to rest. Less walking for a few days at least.”

Grabbing a white dress, I walk over and hand it to her.

“Wear this for right now,” I order. Valkyrie looks up and nods quickly.

“Wait,” Michael says with his eyebrows furrowed. “What is all this?”

Following his gaze, I look at what he is referring to. Valkyrie has scars on her body, thin red lines. Some fresh, some old.

“She’s a slave,” I mumble. Michael looks at me and frowns.

Holding her arms, he inspects every scar until he reaches for her hands, and she removes them abruptly.

“Please don’t!” Valkyrie says, scared.

“I need to check those. Your hands got bruised,” Michael insists.

“I said no! You can’t…,” Valkyrie says between pants. Anger in her eyes.

Knowing that Michael is right, I move and grab her hands. A gasp leaves her mouth, and with force, she tries to retract them.

“Calm down!” I say, holding her hands tighter, “Just let us check.”

Valkyrie’s eyes brim with tears.

“Please…p-please, I’m begging you, you will get hurt,” Valkyrie says, making me confused.

“What do you mean? I’m fine, don’t you see?” I say, holding her hands between mine.

“Wait!” Michael suddenly says as he clasps my arm, “You…what are you?”

Michael slowly turns his head toward her. Valkyrie tries to back away from my grip. She pulls hard. Finally, letting go, I see her shield her own hands against her body.

“You are not a normal slave, right?” Michael asks.

“What are you saying?” I snap. “She is a slave!”

“No, she isn’t,” Michael retorts, making me growl furiously. “She has powers. Valkyrie, what are your powers?” Michael suddenly asks.

Valkyrie averts her eyes and lowers her hands to her lap; she grimaces.

“I-I don’t know. But I can hurt someone by touching them, burn them,” Valkyrie explains.

“Were you a mage?” Michael asks.

“What? No!” Valkyrie says, shaking her head. “I-I have always been a slave.”

Michael looks confused. A small, worried look spreads on his face. Michael repeats nothing.

He orders Valkyrie to take some medicine, and he tends to some of her scars. Once done, he asks to speak with me alone. Leaving Valkyrie alone to change, we leave the chambers.

“What is it?” I ask Michael as we walk down the hallway.

“King Dimitri, may I ask who she is?” Michael asks with a frown.

“She’s my mate,” I say as we stop.

“Your mate?” Michael says, astonished. “But she’s a slave.”

“And?” I inquire, “Is there a problem?”

“No, King Dimitri,” Michael says with a sigh. “The thing is… She isn’t normal. According to her, she can hurt someone, but you cannot be hurt by her touch.”

He was right; I had touched her the moment we met. Her hands had been on my body, and nothing had hurt me. But why?

“Allow me to investigate this,” Michael says with a bow. Agreeing to his request, I watch him take his leave. Sighing, I head back to my chambers.

Slowly, I open the doors and find that Valkyrie is standing out on the balcony, her arms around her body.

“The night is cold,” I say as I approach her.

Turning her head, Valkyrie nods quietly. Her red hair swings side to side as the chill breeze passes by. Her cinnamon scent fills my nostrils. I stand there watching her, but she never meets my eyes.

Then, turning around, she passes by next to me; I snap and growl as I hold her arm.

“Where are you going?” I demand.

Valkyrie flinches as I growl at her. Her arm shakes in fear. Noticing that, I let go, and she scrambles back inside. Taking a deep breath, I look at the view. Once I feel calm, I head back to find Valkyrie on one of the fur carpets, sleeping.

“What are you doing?” I growl, loud enough to wake her up.

Grabbing her arm, I pull her angrily. My grip is making her skin turn red. I like how it looks under my touch. Making the dirty thoughts leave my mind, I return my gaze to her.

“Why are you on the floor?” I snap again.

“I-I’m sleeping,” Valkyrie stutters.

“Sleeping? You are my mate! You should be in bed!” I say furiously. Grabbing her waist, I throw her over my shoulders and walk toward the canopy bed.

A small scream leaves her throat.

“Put me down!” Valkyrie yells.

Ignoring her, I throw her on the bed. Scrambling backward, she looks up to meet my face close to hers.

Our lips are inches away from each other. Her smell intoxicates me. Gripping the bedsheets, I try to calm myself. My restraint barely hangs on.

“Mate,” I mumble again, “remember, you are my mate. Meaning my queen!”

“Your queen?” Valkyrie says, surprised, “you must be mistaken!”

“Am I?” I say as I hover over her body. The white dress she wears doesn’t do her justice.

Raising an eyebrow, I look at her chest. Her nipples stand tall. I can see the pink color under the white dress.

Licking my lips, I look up slowly. Memorizing her body.

“I’m just a slave,” Valkyrie repeats.

Calling herself a slave makes me snap. I don’t like her calling herself a slave.

“Stop it!” I order as my eyes glow. “You are mine. Don’t call yourself a slave anymore.”

Her eyes glimmer with something I can’t put together; as I gaze into her eyes, I feel a sudden tug. Gulping, I reach for her wrist and pull it toward my lips; I kiss and then suck softly.

“S-stop…,” Valkyrie whispers as her face flushes.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask as I lick and then suck on her finger.

A moan leaves her plump red lips. Her arousal makes me go hard. I need her; I want to be inside her. Closing my eyes, I try to calm my monster and lift my lips from her wrist.

Turning around, I take a seat on the bed and take some deep breaths.

“Go to sleep,” I order as I stand up and walk into the bath. Growling, I dive into the enormous hot spring.

“Fuck!” I say, as I reach out under the water and lean against one of the rocks.

I’m stiff as fuck, and I need release. So, undoing my pants, I start stroking myself, finding that release I desire.

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