The Dragon's Bride

Life is always accommodating my requests...

Elsewhere in the Alpina mountain of Desolation, Rydstorm, the leader of the Rexona clan. Paced back and forth in the frosty room of the bathhouse.

Still not believing that he had finally found his mate, he hated the fact that she was clinging to a human and the fact that she seemed terrified of him.

But he knew that either way he would get her, even if he had to kill her human counterpart. She was his mate, and he would do whatever it took to get her.

Rydstorm thought about shaving to seem more appealing to her, or maybe smiling more. His mean look was what made him so unapproachable.

Just then, the doors were pushed in roughly and in walked Rydstorm’s second in command and best friend, Fang. Standing tall and mighty, walking with nothing but confidence.

“What’s this I hear about going to that place?” Fang asked, taking off this bronze helmet and armour to reveal his dark skin and chiseled abs.

He tested the water by dipping a tone leg in it, then proceeded to sink his entire brawny body in the warm water.

Fang splashed water in his curly hair as he waited for Rydstorm to answer.

Rydstrom, dressed in a grey fluffy bathrobe, placed a foot up on a stool before he spoke.

“A Stone pissed me off, but more importantly. I think I found my mate.” He notified.

Fang’s green eyes widen at that. “Your mate? That is great news. You can now finally stop fucking yourself.”

Rydstorm eyes glowed, “as much as we are friends you know that I don’t tolerate insolence.”

Fang gave a lopsided grin. “I know, but I was only stating facts. Your hands must be tired of you, and you refuse to use those toys I bought for you.”

A raspy sound erupted from Rydstorm’s chest as he glared at his friend.

Fang then leaned his head back on the cold stone sides of the pool. The moment he did, the doors were again pushed open and in walked four females.

All naked as the day they were born, giggling as they skipped over to both men running fingers across their chests.

Rydstorm hissed, causing them to back away and go in a bowing stance.

“Now ladies, you know our King is not into these kinds of things. Besides, I was the one to call you here. Don’t make me change my mind and send you all back to that lake.” Fang told them.

The four river Naiads gave fearful looks, then rushed to the water where Fang sat.

Rydstorm diverted his eyes as the females started to play with each other, exchanging quick kisses, and sucking on each other’s breasts.

“When you are finished here, gather everyone. I want at least twenty of us to go down to that village.” Rydstorm told his second, planning to take more than he originally planned.

“You, ride me.” Fang pointed to the ivory skin Naiad, with long orange curly hair.

She giggled and eagerly climbed on top of him, taking his impressive length inside of her.

Rydstorm shook his head as he left, never understanding his friend and his lust for every female except for his mate.

Fang fucked everything that walked, male or female. It made no difference, as long as his dick was inside something, he was ok.

Which was why he got those river nymphs. They were the easiest to fuck and do whatever you tell them to.

You didn’t have to promise them anything, just give them a good time, attention and they will be your fuck partner until you tell them to go.

Rydstorm made his way to his chambers, where he sat on his bed, contemplating how to go about his upcoming travels.

He hated humans, but his mate was an exception. Even though he had strong doubts that she was human.

Her hair, her eyes. Everything about her screamed dragon or something from the other world.

He never planned on interacting with humans again, but after being confronted by a Stone and finding his mate, he would.

But in truth, one thing that had always been on his agenda was to take back Desolation. It belonged to his people, but they were tricked into handing it over.

But now that he had found his mate, he would hate to make her distrust him. So, he had to do it in a subtle way.

He closed his eyes, seeing her silver blonde hair and mismatched colour eyes.

But then again, there was a history to Desolation. One that not even its people knew, just the lies they were told by a greedy man.

Rydstorm stood, then moved over to where his chest was, then dug around to find an outfit. A pair of leather pants and white wife beater.

He smoothed back his hair, then threw on his golden fleece, a symbol to show that he was king.

He then made his way to the war room, which was nothing but a big open area that overlooked the side of the mountain. Where they also host training, and festivals.

When Rydstorm got there, a crowd of his three hundred people were already there, all waiting for him to announce what he wanted from them.

The dragon-folks stomped their feet at his approach. The stomps got louder and faster as he made his way to stand in front of them.

Rydstorm held up a hand, and the noise died down.

“I’m sure that by now you all have heard about my pending visit to Desolation. My original plan was for four of us to go to that damned place. But with unforeseen possible actions of the Stones, I want twenty of my people with me.” Rydstorm announced.

Everyone whispered among themself, wanting to be one of the chosen few. Because most of them had never interacted with humans before.

A hand went up around the back, but Rydstorm deliberately ignored it as he skipped over the faces.

He picked who he wanted quickly and dismissed the rest; he spoke to Fang in their lost tongue, a language few of his people understood.

“Oh, come on!” A small voice yelled, then the person stomped their foot.

Rydstorm peered up at his youngest sister.

“What is it, Alice?” Rydstorm inquired.

Alice frowned, causing her small, upturned button nose to scrunch up.

“I wanted to go there as well. I have never met a human before.” Alice pouted her thin red lips.

Rydstorm sighed, “Alice, you are still young and still haven’t mastered your full abilities. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something should happen to you.”

Alice pouted even harder, as she glanced up at the massive frame of her brother.

Alice made a crying noise then turned away; knowing that he was telling the truth; she was the smallest of their kind. Which was very unusual for her, seeing that she was from the royal family who always stand at seven feet tall, even the women.

All she had that could confirm that their mother didn’t have an affair was that Alice had blue hair like the rest of her siblings and father.

She just wasn’t strong and couldn’t maintain her dragon form for too long.

Most of the time, leaving Alice to feel as if she didn’t belong.

“I think you are being more hard on her than protective.” Fang said.

Rydstorm glanced down at him, “when you understand the terms of loving a woman then get back to me.”

Fang scoffed, “I have made love to a thousand women, more than any man in a lifetime-”

“No, you know how to fuck. There is a difference.” Rydstorm cut him off.

Fang grumbled.

“Get everything ready for noon tomorrow. I want to make an entrance.” Rydstorm said, then walked out.