Chapter Eight
Vale
Istride to the front doors of the keep. I need to get outside. I grimace, considering what exactly Ollie is up to right now. Lonan had said they needed to meet with the Steward and a head solider for the upcoming trip to Guivre.
But who knows, that idiot could be balls deep in my treasure. But I smirk briefly again, at the thought that Ollie will be denied what she loves, to be filled.
The trees here have lost all their leaves in the last few cold evenings. I pace blindly into the forest, annoyance flowing through me. My dragon wants to chew on something or someone crunchy.
Why did I leave her? Why did I ever agree? Why didn’t I try harder to convince her that revenge wasn’t as important as happiness?
I come to a little clearing with a well-used bonfire ring. I plop down on one of the fallen log seats and run my hands through my hair, roughly pulling out the tie that held it half up.
I am the worst dragon. I had found my jewel, my star, my treasure, and instead of keeping my hoard safe, protected—and to myself—I had allowed her to leave me.
It had taken every ounce of my strength, but the pain upon her face, the memory of our early years together—with her nightmares and nervousness—had weighed too heavily on me. I had to let her try. It meant everything to her.
But I had returned to our flat in Guivre filled with memories of her, scents of her, her laughter echoing the empty halls. And I realized how disgustingly wrong I had been. I had thought letting her go to chase her dreams was noble and strong.
And perhaps it was, but it turns out, I was neither noble nor strong.
It had been a long, lonely, drunken two weeks, when our friends showed up to shove me into the shower and cleaned our flat while I was washing myself, at threat of dire bodily harm from Colette.
They took turns visiting every day for another week. Goddess bless them.
They missed her too. But they were deeply worried about me.
But while, aside from Colette, they didn’t know of Ollie’s background, they knew it was something she wanted. Something she needed to do.
As I could see some light again, as I could breathe again, I cupped the guttering flame of hope that my star might return to me.
While she had never told me her exact plan, she had let me know that she didn’t expect to see me ever again. But if she felt even a fraction of what I felt, then... surely... she would return to me. To us.
I waded through the days, eyes blind to everything, to return to our home, to tuck her pillow against my face and inhale her lingering scent, once I had drunk enough whiskey to sleep.
I shake my head. This line of thought is no good.
But like a prayer to Narisa answered, Ollie had reached out to me. When I opened her letter, I felt like I was taking my first breath in months.
So what if she has found spirit mates?
The thought is a knife in my chest, but I’ve survived worse.
She still wants me, had shown me that yesterday when she had compliantly sunk upon my cock and behaved so well. Had shown me today as well, as I knelt for her.
She wants to be queen. I shake my head at the thought.
It seems so... opposite... of the kind—Mostly, I mean.
.. usually?—laidback, yet sassy, partner, who loved to garden and cook, that I knew.
But she’s always had a spine of steel and a wicked wit, and a part of herself she kept hidden even from me, so I suppose it makes sense.
And what they did to her. Did to her family.
The rage was enough to swallow me whole.
She confided in me, eventually, the details of what happened, but she—rightfully for I’d have burned that fucking castle to the ground—never gave me a name.
I only knew it was someone in fucking RedWater.
Someone important. The few times I suggested letting my dragon out to deal with that castle, she always told me to hush, to let her be.
Let her figure things out on her own, at her own pace.
‘Besides,’ she’d say, big coral eyes wide and a tiny smile upon her face, ‘the political consequences.’ She knew I didn’t give a damn.
I stand, brushing my pants off and I walk farther into the woods, pulling my sweater around me. I withstand temperature changes much better in my dragon form.
I need a plan besides ‘fuck Ollie until she remembers how much she loves me.’
A plan always helps. Keeps me focused.
I breathe deeply, trying to keep my mind on track, when all it really wants to do is run away with fantasies of bringing Ollie home.
A long loop of a hike later, and I feel calmer. I think I understand how this must be played for me to achieve my goal.
IT’S SEVERAL DAYS LATER, and my treasure has been sure to come to sit upon my cock each morning to get her ‘fill.’
So when the door opens this morning, on the day we’ve intended to leave for Guivre, I’m not surprised to see her.
But I am surprised to see that next to her is her betrothed. That painfully handsome Fae with green skin, Finnick.
I cock my eyebrow from where I lay in bed. I tuck one hand behind my head, the bedsheet barely covering my nude body, my tail drawing lazy circles on the floor.
“What have you brought me, treasure?” I ask, intrigued.
She arches an eyebrow. “The only one of my men willing to play with you, so best behave, Vale.”
I sit up suddenly, grinning. “I’m only ever on my best behavior for you Oleander.”
I pause and look to him, “Finn, this is... acceptable to you?”
He looks between us a moment, honey-brown eyes wide. “If... if it is alright with you, Vale.”
I pull my lips into my mouth, biting down to keep the more forward answer in. “Well, yes, ’tis nothing to what Ollie and I used to share.”
His eyes go wide and Ollie cocks a hip, giving me an exasperated look.
“Ohhh hoooo, you didn’t tell them about that?” I ask sweetly.
She glares, “You know what, maybe I’ll just let Finnick fuck me.”
I stand and cross the room, using my body to back Ollie against the door as my hands land on it beside her face. I stare her down as I address Finn.
“Ollie and I are lovers of many years, Finnick, and our dynamic is well established. Do you understand that everything I’m about to do and say to my treasure is something she approves of?”
“Y—yes,” he stammers softly, backing away from me and Ollie.
“Wonderful.” I look to Ollie, pinned to the door in front of me as I take my tail and use it to wrap her wrists together and raise them over her head. “And, star, I assume he enjoys a little domming?”
She nods, a playful look upon her gorgeous face.
“Fucking kneel, Finnick,” I snarl. “Right here. Right next to me and my treasure.”
He drops smoothly, quickly, eagerly, and I grin into Ollie’s face. “I like him,” I murmur as I lean in and kiss her neck.
“Does my sweet little whore need her cunt filled?”
She nods even as Finn makes a sound.
“Already? Again?” I tease as I lick across her collarbone, which is exposed in the loose dress she’s wearing.
“Yes, sir,” she gasps.
Finn makes another sound, this one more needy. Maybe he needs to be filled too.
“Is my wet cunt bare and ready?” I ask her as I shift to pin her wrists using one of my wing talons. My tail snakes down, rubs across Finn’s cock over his breeches, and dives under Ollie’s dress.
“Spread,” I snarl.
I press my tail into her hot pussy as I cup her breast with my free hand.
“Oh, my star, you’re soaked.”
She nods, eyes closed and floating already.
I pinch her nipple as I order, “Finnick, undress yourself and lift Ollie’s dress so I can fuck her.”
He stands, silent and shedding clothes. When he drops back to his knees, he lifts her dress, exposing her bare pussy with the little patch of white curls I love to bury my face in.
“Take my cock out, Finnick.”
“Yes sir,” he whispers and I growl in pleasure at his easy obedience.
“Good boy.”
He gasps as he tugs out my cock.
“Explain, star,” I direct in a loving tone.
Her eyes flutter open, struggling to return, but she sees Finnick’s hand on my cock.
“It’s his half-shifted dragon cock,” she says quietly. “That’s why it’s so big.”
“The... shape?” Finn whispers.
“He always has the ridges and scales. And the lovely pointed tip.”
“Good girl,” I say to her and kiss her forcefully, letting her drop back down into her quiet brain.
“Now, kiss it, Finnick, then hold that dress up so I don’t ruin it.”
Finn licks his lips and leans in, planting a gentle kiss right on my tip.
“Perfect,” I praise and he raises her dress.
My hand lifts her ass and she spreads instinctively for me. I use my tail to line us up and I work myself up her pussy firmly, with short strokes as she moans.
“There,” I whisper, buried in her, her legs wrapped tightly around me, hands still pinned by my wings. “Does that feel better, my love?”
“Yes, yes...” she gasps, dropping her head to rest upon my shoulder. Compassion flows through me and I kiss her temple.
“I thought that was all you needed, you lovely little cockwhore.”
Finn coughs, shocked.
I wrap my arm around her and turn, carrying her to the bed. Before I put her down, I use my tail to help rotate her, her cunt twisting delightfully over my throbbing cock. I deposit her carefully on her hands and knees. She immediately drops, head on the bed and cunt up.
“Finnick,” I say warmly, and I see Ollie shiver.
“Come take her mouth. She loves to be filled airtight.” As I say this, I place the tip of my tail to her ass, still wet from being in her pussy.
Her hips wiggle and I grin. My treasure.
I work it in as Finn climbs onto the bed, his green skin almost glowing in the early sunlight.
“Little wife,” he says softly, stroking her hair from her face. “Is this...?”
She nods even as I snarl, “It’s alright because I say it’s alright. She’s yielded control to me, Finnick.”