Loved By A Dragon
Dragons can be greedy, fearsome, lustful creatures… but when they love, they love completely. In this tale, the heat of their passion transforms an awkward young woman into a rare and precious beauty.
“What’s wrong, pet?”
“Nothing,” she said, wiping her eyes quickly.
“You’re upset,” he said, crouching down in front of her, his powerful body bending to try to get him to her eye level. It didn’t quite work. It was impossible for Chak to be small or pathetic, and probably equally impossible for him to understand how that felt.
She looked into his broad, strong, kind face and felt a deep sense of total inadequacy. “Why did you choose me?”
He looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean in the bar the night we met. There were so many people there. Why did you pick me?”
“Well,” he said, scratching his ear. “We were looking for a beautiful girl who was on her own. You fit both categories.”
“On my own. Yeah. I was on my own,” she said bitterly. “But I’m not beautiful. You must have realized that when you saw me in proper light.”
“We realized no such thing,” Chak said. “You’re stunning, Brianna.”
“Princess Mika came to me today,” she said. “I saw her up close with my eyes. She’s stunning. I’m just… me. I’m not like her. I’m not beautiful. I’m not…”
“Quiet, pet,” Chak said. “You are beautiful.”
“I don’t look like Mika.”
“No. You don’t. You look very different,” he agreed. “Your beauty is wilder than hers, and your character was formed in adversity, rather than curated by an attentive set of parents who shifted worlds for you. But that does not make you less than her. ”
“Yes it does. It makes her a princess and it makes me a street rat.”
“Street… rat?” Chak’s eyes darkened with displeasure. “You have no understanding of your own allure, do you, pet? All you know is that you are not Princess Mika. You have to stop looking at what you are not, and see yourself for what you are.”
He hauled her up from her position of pity and pulled her clothes from her body. The leather skirt and jacket fell to the floor, leaving her with nothing to cover her bare body. Brianna let out a squeal, thinking she was in trouble, but his hand did not meet her bare flesh as she expected. Instead, he pulled her across the room and held her in front of a long mirror, holding her by the arms so that the length of her nude form was exposed to her gaze.
“Look, pet,” he growled in her ear. “Look at yourself.”
She looked, wondering why he was doing this. She had never liked looking at herself in the mirror, it was simply a diorama of physical flaws as far as she had been concerned. Now she looked again, she could see that her body had changed since they took her. She had gained weight, that much was certain. She couldn’t see her ribs anymore, though her breasts were still too small in her estimation. Reddish roots were starting to appear at the base of her hair. She hated her natural color. Every time she saw it she could hear the mocking voices which had trailed her all her life.
“I need some hair dye.”
Chak growled in censure. “That is all you have to say? You see yourself in all your young splendor and all you can think of is how you need to alter your appearance? Pet, you are beautiful. Look at the curves of your hips and waist. Look at the swell of your bottom. Look at your skin, pale and yet dappled with these little marks. And these nipples…” his fingers pinched her pink tipped breasts gently. “Look how they stand up so erect against my touch. Every part of you is a wonder, pet.”
“Mika’s legs are longer and her breasts are fuller and her face is more symmetrical… OW!”
His hand caught her bottom with a sharp slap.
“I will not have you play this game with yourself,” he lectured. “It is a cruelty which only harms you and blinds you to what Valkimer and I, and everyone else sees.”