Queen of Dragons: Steamy Fantasy Erotic Romance (Dragon nights Book 1) (3 page)

She knocked on the cottage door and heard no
answer, after knocking again with no response she took the side passage that
ran around the edge of the small house, hoping to find the back door open. She
stopped when she reached the tiny garden. Christian was standing with his back
to her amongst the roses and the late-summer honey-suckle. Although it was
still early, and the morning was cold, he was shirtless and his back seemed to
shimmer with sweat. He had picked up the old millstone from the porch and was
slowly raising and lowering it over his head. Viviana watched him repeat the
movement four or five times. As the stone rose his shoulder blades pressed
together and the individual muscles stood out on his back. Viviana had never
seen a body like his, the way his back flared out from his narrow waist to his
broad shoulders like an inverted arrowhead. His flesh reminded her of the
racing stallions her father used to keep, taught skin stretched over ridged
contours of endless muscle. She felt her body reacting to the sight of his in a
way she’d never experienced before, her breath seemed to have left her.

It was not just the sight of the muscles that
moved her. Christians back was absolutely covered twisted scars. Some ran
straight and parallel to each other, obviously the lines left by a whip. She
realised that at some point Christian had suffered a flogging that would
probably have killed most men. Other scars were rounder with more blurred
edges, Viviana could tell just from looking at them that they were old burns,
no doubt evidence of torture.

Despite being safely back in the Vale Viviana
noticed that he still leant his sword where he could grasp it in an instant.
Since he had been back the long weapon and the leather sack seemed barely to have
left his side.

She bit her lip before speaking: “Morning
Christian.” She said, trying to sound as cheerful and nonchalant as possible,
as if she was unaffected by the sight of his beautiful yet mutilated body.

Christian threw the stone to the ground and picked
up his shirt, flinging it over his shoulders where it clung to the sweat. “Good
Morning,” he said coldly and without meeting Viviana’s eyes. “Have you come to
set me to work?”

“What?” said Viviana confused.

“Have you come to set me to work?” He repeated. “Out
in the fields, or in the gardens like my old man. Is that why you’re here?”

“What are you talking about? You’re my friend
Christian, I’ve not come to set you to work. I’ve come to talk with you. I
thought we could go out together, out into the wood or down to the river. It’s
been a wet summer here in the vale, we could go and hunt mushrooms.” She spoke
excitedly the words running together in a garbled stream.

Christian looked away from her and took a long
pause before speaking. “I’ve decided not to stay in the cottage.” He said “I
have my own money from the war now. I don’t want to live as a serf tied to an
estate.” He made no mention of her plan to go hunting for mushrooms.

“You’re not a serf,” said Viviana. “So how could
you live like one? And you’re not tied to anything. I just want us to have fun
like we used to. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the adventures we used to have?
When you taught me how to climb trees to find the wild honey? You can live here
as long as you like Christian, and you won’t have to work for me. We’ll go back
to being the friends we always were.” She walked up to Christian and put a hand
on his arm as she said this, and was hurt to find that he jerked away at her
touch.

Christian tightened his jaw and took a deep intake
of breath before beginning to speak. “We were never friends.” He said he said
coldly and calmly, looking into Viviana’s eyes for the first time. “Your father
made me look after you. My family worked for your family and he called me into
the big house one day and said that he was worried about you, about you always
wandering off, and that if I didn’t want to go and work as a mucker-out on his
pig farm I had to look after you. We were never friends I was just doing my
job!” He seemed to grow taller and more imposing as he said this, and by the
time he finished speaking he was towering above Viviana, looking down on her
and quivering with anger.

She felt her stomach turn. “Tell me that’s not
true Christian.” The bottom was dropping out of her world as she stood in the
prettily scented garden. “We were friends, those were the best days of my life.
I’ve waited ten years to see you again. We were best friends.”

Christian spoke with his eyes blazing. “People
like us can never be friends Viviana. I might have thought that years ago but
I’ve learnt now, I’ve seen how the world really works. You spent the last ten
years waiting for me? I spent the last ten years of my life fighting your people’s
wars, watching good men on both sides die for something that had nothing to
with them.”

“My people’s wars? The war had nothing to do with
me Christian.” She said.

“It was a highborn war, the King versus the Dukes.
Do you know how many Kings died in the war, how many Earls? It was us, the
little people who died in hundreds and thousands, ripped apart by troll and
orcs and other men. I spent three years in the Duke of Rawford’s dungeons for
you people. They beat me every day, but my highborn commander, who was captured
along with me, his family paid a ransom and he was a free man in five days,
five days he spent dining with the Duke’s family and cavorting with the
castle’s whores. He didn’t give a shit about me down there in the dungeons,
just another serf. None of you people care about us and I don’t care about
you.”

Christian took another step towards Viviana, his
massive chest practically touching hers. “I made a vow to myself when I was in
that dungeon. I vowed that if I got out I’d never work for the highborn again,
never trust their lies. If I got out alive I would never be subject to tyranny,
never be owned by another man.”

Viviana put her hand out to touch Christian’s
broad shoulder. “No one owns you Christian, I’m not going to hold you to any
feudal bonds. We can live here together as equals. I’m sorry for whatever
happened to you, for whoever did scarred your back, but it wasn’t anything to
do with me, I’ve been here in the Vale waiting for you.”

“I’ve heard enough lies from your people,” he said
sadly. “I don’t believe you Viviana, at the end of the day you people will
always stick together to protect each other, it’s why you’ve been able to
oppress people like me for 2000 years, it why even without your families
dragons you still rule the vale. We are not equals, we never have been and
while the highborn rule we never will be. I’m not staying here. If I live in
your cottage I’m just another one of your possessions.” He paused and ran his
eyes over Viviana’s body. “Look at you, look at your expensive clothes, your
silk dress. You’re wearing something that probably cost as much as I made in
five years as a soldier, and you wear it for a casual saunter through the gardens.
How can you possibly say we are equals?”

Viviana felt a rage building inside her at being
so misunderstood by the man she held dearest in all the world. “My dress is not
me Christian. I’m the same girl you knew all those years ago, if you’re too upset
and damaged to see that then you’re an idiot. Carry on picking up your bloody
stone. Leave or don’t leave I do not care.”

Viviana turned around and walked back across the
lawns towards the manor house. She was heartbroken, to think that Christian
could have dismissed their friendship so easily, but she was also fuming, she
had always treated the people who worked on her estate with respect. She had
offered them the choice of wages over land and accommodation if they preferred
money to managing their own tenant farms. She had given them the choice to
leave and find work elsewhere if they preferred, something none of the other
local landowners would do. Her best friend was even a commoner, the daughter of
a bloody Innkeeper.  

Alexandra, daughter of the innkeeper, was bored.
The Inn was deserted apart from a small sad group sitting in the corner, the
four men blinded at Othem Moat. She felt so sorry for them, Kit had told her
that their commander had found them drunk on watch, and that their eyes had
been put out in front of the rest of the troops as warning. Alexandra
shuddered, she couldn’t imagine the things some of these men had been through
since she last saw them. The blinded soldiers could not work the fields like
the other men and women of the village, they could not hold a scythe and work
the line, so they spent their days sitting in the Bull Tavern, reminiscing
about the days when they could see, and occasionally calling out for more ale
from their attentive serving girl. Just as Alexandra was certain she was about
to fall asleep from tedium Harper burst through the door carrying a large
sailor’s trunk.

“Here I am! Your protective and ever attentive
guardian angel!” He shouted to Alexandra.

The blinded men jumped and then brightened at the
sound of the new voice.

“Harper, that you I can hear?” Called one “You
come to look after our Alexandra have you?” the blind man let at a theatrical
whistle “Don’t blame you, I might not be able to see now, but I can still
picture her from a decade ago, kept me happy on many lonely nights of marching
that image did.” He smacked his lips. “Just my kind of girl, bit of meat on
her”

“Oh quiet down you dirty old bugger, I was fifteen.”
Chuckled Alexandra. The blind man reached out to aim a slap at where he thought
Alexandra’s rump should be, but she had already skipped out of reach.

“Oh I wouldn’t get too excited Stephens, she can’t
have aged well at all, looks a little scrawny to me.” Said Harper, throwing
Alexandra an exaggerated wink before letting his eyes drift over her curvy
body. Alexandra placed her hands on her wide hips and shook her head.

“Don’t you start,” She said with a smile. “You can
put your trunk upstairs, there’s an empty room, second door on the left, and
there’s water in the back yard if you need to wash, its cold but its clean.”

Harper left to unpack his trunk and Alexandra
carried on the slow wasting of her afternoon, tending to the blinded men who
were now slumped in almost complete silence. After twenty minutes she realised
she needed to bring in more cider, so wandered out of the back door towards the
storage shed. As stepped out of the bar she froze in the doorway, her eyes
fixed on Harper who was washing himself by the basin. He had his broad
triangular back to her and was lathering his front, raising each thick muscular
arm in turn to scrub underneath, she could see that he was big across the chest
and stomach, but he was not fat, or if he was it was a taught, drum-like
fatness that suited the proportions of his wide shoulders and broad head. After
he had finished soaping his armpits he moved his hand down to his crotch and
started working in the suds. Alexandra knew that she shouldn’t be watching, but
she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She noticed that he was taking a lot longer
rubbing himself down-there than was strictly necessary.

“Ahem!” She coughed, putting on an expression of
mock consternation.

Harper spun around, he looked momentarily embarrassed
to have been caught pleasuring himself in the back garden just thirty minutes
after moving in, but he recovered quickly when he saw Alexandra struggling to
hold in her laughter. “I just thought I’d better take care of myself out here,”
he said. “Otherwise I wouldn’t know how to control myself when I got back
inside.” He laid it out it as if it were the most logical argument in the
world.

Alexandra said nothing, she was desperately trying
to avoid looking at his manhood. It was the most beautiful she’d ever seen, not
overly long but extremely thick and fat, it glistened in the soap suds he’d
rubbed onto it. Harper still had one hand gripped around its base and even in
his thick fingers it looked impressive.

“I’m just getting some cider.” She stuttered,
instantly regretting not using a better line, she knew Harper must be able to
see how red she had gone, her eyes were darting everywhere but onto him and she
felt like an awkward teenager again.

“Give me a minute and I’ll be inside,” he said,
his eyes crinkling in another broad grin. “And don’t worry, I’ll control
myself.” Alexandra walked towards the storage sheds, she wasn’t entirely sure
she wanted him too. “Or you could come over here and help me.” He said
mischievously.  

Alexandra paused for a beat, then said; “I’ve got
to look after those poor blind men inside,” before realising what the proper
response was and adding, “and anyway Harper I hardly know you! What sort of a
girl do you think I am?”

She made her way back inside with the small case of cider,
her face was flushed, red patches rising on her smooth white cheeks. She was
happy that none of that day’s clientele could see, or they certainly would have
asked her what was wrong. She served the blind men their cider, and leant over
the bar, resting her ample breasts on the cold wood. She knew what image she
would be thinking about when she sent herself off to sleep that night. As she
daydreamed about the man outside, she felt a hand slide over her mouth. The
horrors of the previous night flashed back to her, and for a moment she thought
that Matt and his sons were back to finish what they had started, but then she
heard Harpers deep, rich voice in her ear.
"Shhh" He whispered, "Turns out I
can’t control myself after all, can you do this without making a sound?”

Alexandra looked at the blind men sitting around a table on
the other side of the bar, only around six foot from where she stood, it wasn’t
strictly very professional to do so, but she silently nodded her head. Harper
took his hand away from her mouth. He was standing extremely close to her, she
could smell the soap from his wash and feel his hot breath on the back of her
neck bringing her out in Gooseflesh. She wasn’t certain she could stay silent,
but she was desperate to give it a try.
She felt Harper’s thick fingers on her shoulder,
for such a huge man his touch was surprisingly soft. He gently slid his fingers
under one of the straps of her dress and slipped it off, pushing it down her
arm to where her elbows rested on the bar. Harper let out a heavy breath and
did the same with the other strap. She felt the front of her dress sliding down
her large heavy breasts as Harper slipped the material off them. Her dark
nipples hardened as they were exposed to the air. Harper reached round to cup
her tits, squeezing them gently, feeling their weight in his hands. He obviously
liked what he felt - she could feel a bulge pushing into the small of her back,
she wriggled slightly, sensing it pressing against the fabric of his trousers,
straining to get free.
Harper crouched behind her and reaching under
her long skirt grabbed each of her ankles. Alexandra looked towards the door to
the tavern and realised that this might not be such a great idea after all, she
swatted her hands behind her, trying to get Harper to stop, but as he ran his
hands slowly up the outside of her legs raising her skirt as he did so, she
realised she might as well have been trying to stop the tide. He took his time,
and despite saying otherwise seemed perfectly in control to Alexandra. After
what seemed like an age she felt the hem of her dress skimming over her large
round buttocks. One of the blind men coughed and shifted in his chair and
Alexandra tried to hold her breath. Her dress was now bunched around her narrow
waist, the curves on each side fully exposed in the warm afternoon air. She
knew that to be here like this in her place of work, and in front of an
unknowing audience, was completely wrong, but for some reason that just made
her more exited.
Harper was still taking his time, she couldn't
see his face, but she could imagine the amazing view he was getting, she
shivered at the thought. Harper ran one of his hands down from where he had
been caressing her soft white breast, over the pinch point of her waist and the
curve of her behind, before bringing it up the inside of her thigh. Alexandra
clenched her jaw to stop from crying out as his thick caressed her. It felt
almost unbearable not to be able to make a sound as his fingers danced and
circled. The wanted to shout and sing and let the world know how good it felt.
Just as she was about to cry out she felt Harpers rough hand clamp back over
her mouth, turning her ecstatic chorus into a muffled grunt.
 
"You alright there Alexandra love"
said one of the blind men "got something caught in your throat?"
Harper took one hand away from her mouth while
simultaneously pressing her harder with the other, she'd get him for this she
thought, the bastard. "I'm..." Harpers fingers had done their work,
she felt herself falling into a powerful orgasm "... fine" she said
raggedly. Let’s see how you like it, she thought, reaching behind her for
Harpers manhood. She made to turn around but as she did so she felt a pressure
on her shoulders, Harper wasn’t going to let her. He pushed her back down, he
wanted her as she was now, bent over the tavern’s bar.

A
lmost mad with desire she lent her head on the bar and
raised her ass, her soft breasts spreading out over the cold wood. As she let
the big man take her she wondered how long it had been since he had been with
another woman. All the long miles he had marched before he had found her here
in the bar. The pent up desire seemed to flow through Harper into her, lending
each of his movements a sensual urgency. She felt he rub the broad head of his
cock up and down the length of her valley coating himself in her juices. She
wanted nothing more than for him to plunge into her, to fill her up with his
mighty girth, but he was determined, it seemed, to make her wait.

Finally harper began to push himself inside her. Even in her
advanced state of desire the she felt a tiny hint of pain at the edge of the
fields of pleasure and his pushed into her, stretching her more with each inch he
thrust forward. His first thrust seemed to go on forever, just as she thought
she couldn’t take any more he’d part her further, until finally she felt his
heavy, full balls against her engorged clit.  
Alexandra's nipples grazed the dark wood of the
bar as Harper took her. She’d never felt so full but she didn’t find it
painful, just maddeningly pleasurable. Just as she was beginning to think she
couldn’t take anymore Harper slipped one of his hands back down over her
stomach to the valley of her legs. She was going to scream, the sensations were
too much. With her elbows on the bar she clawed at the wood, before laying her
cheek down on the bar and reaching behind her with both hands, she dug her
fingernails into the outside of Harpers buttocks and started pulling him into
her harder and faster. She couldn’t hold it anymore.
 
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She shouted as
the bar echoed to the noise of their lovemaking. The blind men all looked round
in shock as Alexandra felt the first wave of Harper’s crescendo shoot into her.
"Yes!" She screamed again she melt herself melting into a warm wave
of pleasure. It flowed through her, drawing all the strength from her
limbs. Her knees felt weak and her hands like they couldn't grip. She stayed
exactly where she was, face to the bar, breathing heavily with the weight of
Harper’s thick torso pressing down on her. The blind men sat frozen like
statues, beer half-way to their lips.
"Bloody hell" said one “You sure
you’re alright Alexandra love?”