Shared By The Dragon Clan: Part Four

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SHARED BY
THE DRAGON CLAN

Part Four

 

 

Rosette
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CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Stacey sat up and arched her back
forward. She put her hands out on the wet ground in front of her.

Conrad
watched, unflinching. “Clothes,” he repeated.

Stacey
crawled across the concrete until she was at his feet. She put her hands around
Conrad’s legs and he allowed it.

“Please,” she
said. “This isn’t a dignified setting.”

“It’s
dignified enough for me,” Conrad replied. “And what’s good enough for me is
good enough for you.”

He went for
the collar of her dress and she latched onto his wrists.

“There are
other ways I can be of use to you,” Stacey protested. “I only ask that you show
me mercy. As you showed your brother…”

Conrad’s
hands relaxed. They shifted from the dress to form a cup around Stacey’s neck.

“You are not
my brother,” Conrad said. “And I intend to use you in every way you can
imagine. Now, if you want my mercy, you will get naked for me. Your body is not
sacred.”

Stacey closed
her eyes. She let her hands slip from him, and slowly backed away across the ground.
She opened her eyes again and looked out to the sky behind Conrad. Searching…
Searching… Searching through the storm…

“He’s not
coming to save you this time,” Conrad stated. “There is more in his life than
you.”

Stacey
continued to hesitate.

“I can do it
for you,” Conrad said. “If you leave me no choice.”

“No,” Stacey
replied. “I can do it.”

She stood up
and put her hands to the back of the dress. Moments later it fell from her body
in a saturated heap.

She took tiny
steps backward. Her arms covered her parts.

Conrad
advanced.

He stooped to
retrieve the dress from the ground. He held it up, dripping.

Stacey
cringed.

As his eyes
centered on her, Conrad opened his mouth and stuffed the dress inside it. After
it appeared to be swallowed, his body emitted a momentary green glow.

Conrad licked
his lips. “Come here, Slave. I’m still hungry.”

Stacey
continued to shield herself. Her feet were glued to the ground.

Conrad took a
step towards her.

He reached
out and ruffled her hair. “Why do you do that?” he mused. “Why do you make me
feel like such a monster?”

“I don’t
belong to you,” Stacey said trembling.

“I’ve had you
before though.”

“I haven’t
had you.”

Conrad put
his hand to his chest and ripped the shirt from his body. He grabbed Stacey’s
right hand at her breast and made her touch him.

“You are
mine,” he assured her. “I promise you, you belong to no one else.”

The sky
flashed with lightning.

His body had
surrounded her, collapsing her defenses. Still, he took his time. He would take
Stacey here whether she wanted it or not, but his preference seemed to be to
use as little force as possible.

Stacey knew
though, she would make him use all the force he had.

And he would
hate her for it.

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

It was easier said than done though.
Standing there, shivering, shaking, Conrad’s skin touching hers all over, she
wasn’t sure how to resist him. Should she punch him? Should she try to push him
away? She was too afraid. Yet, that was exactly what she shouldn’t be. That
part of her needed to be stronger.

She was
disgusted by Conrad, but also turned on by him. And she was disgusted with her
body for being turned on. And then maybe angry at him. There was no one emotion
that Stacey was feeling. Except perhaps panic. She didn’t want this to happen.

Conrad wasn’t
going to back down now though. He loosened his pants buckle and they dropped to
his feet. Both of them. Standing there touching. Naked in the rain.

His hand was
at her cheek.

“You don’t
have to feel bad about this,” Conrad said. “You don’t have to feel bad because
he doesn’t love you. Think about it. This is all his fault. When I touch you –”
(His hand gripped her ass) “– it is because he has allowed it to happen.
Whether he didn’t have the strength, or the brains, or the love – he was the
inferior dragon. Now kiss me.”

Conrad leaned
forward.

“No!” Stacey
shouted.

She pounded
his chest with both fists and slipped past him, out of his clutches.

She heard him
growl ferociously as she ran towards the other side of the roof. When she
reached it though, there was no door to escape to. Just the ledge that would
see her tumbling to her death should she keep going.

Unless he’s
out there somewhere, waiting.

Unless he’s
come to catch me.

Conrad wasn’t
even chasing after her. She could hear his disturbed grunts as he trudged
forward, the anger inside building.

Eventually it
was just him standing there between her, and certain death.

“What’s it to
be?” Conrad challenged her. “Are you going to fuck me now? Or should I just
kill you?”

It was
hopeless. Either way, he’d won. She was powerless and hated him for it.

“Bastard,”
she said under her breath. “You know it’s not right.”

Thunder
boomed.

“Get on your
knees,” Conrad ordered. “Bend your ass to me. Or I’ll kick you off.”

Stacey turned
and lowered herself. She placed her hands on the edge. Wrapped her fingers
around the concrete tightly.

She felt Conrad
spreading her buttocks apart.

“Now you
really are mine,” he said.

 

CHAPTER
THREE

 

 

“Stop.”

A voice not
Stacey’s, nor Conrad’s.

Behind them.

“Let her go.”

Conrad’s
hands left her. He rose to his feet and Stacey shifted round.

“It’s time we
finished this,” Zane declared. “By sword. Or by fire.”

“I told you
not to come back here,” Conrad shouted. “You agreed.”

“Well, I guess
that means I’m not to be trusted.”

Conrad looked
back to Stacey. “You can have the girl. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Zane walked
over. “Just like that, huh?”

“I’m not
afraid to fight you, little brother,” Conrad said. “But if we do fight, then it
should be for something more than this scrawny whore.”

Zane reached
down and lifted Stacey to her feet. She hid from Conrad behind him.

“I can’t
really keep bailing you out though, can I?” Conrad murmured. “You’ll give me
some trouble if the others find out you’re still alive.”

“So let’s
finish it.”

Conrad
lowered his head. “No.”

“No?”

“You’re not
my enemy. To be honest, I feel sorry for you.”

“If you’re
not my enemy,” Zane said, “then you should help us.”

“Why?”

“Has the Mage
made you King yet?”

“No. That isn’t
up to him.”

“You’re still
waiting for the others to get here?”

“They are
sending someone. One of the Dragon Masters.”

“And do you
really think they’re going to hand over the Island to you just like that?”

“I don’t
know,” Conrad murmured. “But it doesn’t concern you now.”

“Alright.”

Zane and
Stacey backed a few paces away from Conrad at the ledge.

“Where are
her clothes?” Zane asked.

“He ate
them,” Stacey answered.

“You ate her
clothes?”

Conrad just
smiled.

“You disgust
me,” Zane muttered.

They were in
the middle of the roof now.

Conrad
stepped out to face them directly, completely unashamed of his nakedness.

 “So this is
goodbye again,” he said.

“I guess so,”
Zane said.

“Just don’t
come back here again.”

“Or what?
What are you going to do?”

Conrad blinked.

Zane turned
to Stacey. “I’m sorry about all this. I know it was my fault.”

“No, Master,”
Stacey said sweetly. “You saved me from him.”

Their faces
burned into each other in the rain.

Conrad was
moving towards them.

“Enough of
that,” he barked. “Someone’s coming.”

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

 

Stacey looked to Zane and saw the
skepticism etched on this face before he even turned to Conrad. As he did so,
however, Stacey became aware of a swooshing noise in the not so faraway
distance.

Zane grabbed
Stacey’s hand. They immediately ran to the door at the end with Conrad
lingering behind them.

“Oh shit,”
Conrad gasped. “Get the fuck out of here, brother.”

Zane charged
through the door breaking its lock and forced Stacey inside after him. Just as
he was closing the door Stacey caught a glimpse of a very large gold dragon
landing in the middle of the roof next Conrad.

“Let’s go,”
Zane said grabbing her hand again.

They were in
the dusty warehouse space Stacey and the guards had entered on her first
arrival at the Island. Zane led her around the winding upper level until they
reached a set of stairs leading down. At the bottom of the floor, they stopped.

“What are we
doing?” Stacey asked.

“Be quiet,”
Zane hissed at her. “They might hear us.”

Stacey shut
her mouth and tried to remain patient.

Zane moved
round to the side of one of the work desks and leaned against it. Stacey stood
next to him. Then they listened to see if they could hear anything that was
going on above.

“Sound
proof,” Stacey murmured.

Zane didn’t
seem to hear her.

His eyes were
moving to their corners. She could feel his muscles tensing beside her.

BANG.

The door to
the roof swung open.

Zane grabbed
Stacey’s wrist and hurried them towards the main door leading outside opposite.

Just as they
reached it, that too opened.

Standing in
front of them was the Human Mage.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

Before Zane could react the Human
Mage’s hand was cast out, and he sent an invisible force that knocked both Zane
and Stacey away from the door and off their feet. Zane was quick to get up, but
the magnetic energy had left Stacey in shock. He looked to her first before
assessing the move in front of them. The Mage walked confidently towards them,
whilst two figures moved round the upper level towards the stairs.

“Don’t you
even dare raise your fist to me,” the Mage scolded. “You are in Master Narses’s
presence.”

Zane and
Stacey immediately looked up to the top of the stairs where the Master was
descending.

Master Narses
was a large, enormously muscular and tall, giant of a man. He was wearing gold
plated armor, with a red cape attached to the back of it. He was bald, had the
face of a serpent tattooed to his right cheek, and several long scars on his
left. His expression was one of distasteful hostility.

Conrad lingered
behind him.

Everyone was
silent until Narses reached the bottom of the stairs.

“I recognize
you,” Narses said to Zane gruffly. “You’re the one who murdered Horatio.” He
turned to the Mage. “You said he was dead.”

“That is what
Conrad informed me,” the Mage said dryly.

Conrad
stepped out from behind Narses and knelt before him.

“Zane wasn’t
given a fair trial into King Horatio’s murder,” he said. “He requested more
time to find the truth of what had happened. So I spared him indefinitely.”

“And have you
found that?” Narses asked Zane. “The truth?”

“It is my
belief that the man I murdered was not Horatio. He was an imposter sent to
stand in for him, by someone else. I suspect the real Horatio Hurux was removed
a short time before or after he became king.”

“And what
proof do you have of this?” Narses asked.

“I don’t have
any. My expulsion from the clan has impeded my investigation.”

Narses opened
and closed his eyes. “I don’t care.”

“What don’t
you care about?”

“I don’t care
if he was an imposter or not. If Horatio was foolish enough to be kidnapped,
then he deserves his fate. Likewise if he allowed you to kill him.”

“Ah – this is
not the decision of the court of –” the Mage interrupted.

“ENOUGH,
HUMAN!” Narses boomed. “I AM SPEAKING!”

The Mage fell
silent.

Narses turned
back to Zane. “You were the Commander of the Guard? Were you not?”

“That’s
correct.”

“So you were
the strongest man here. And you disposed of a weakling King. I guess that makes
you king of the Island now.”

“I would be
honored to have such privilege and responsibility,” Zane said.

“Yes, you
shall be.”

Narses turned
back to the Mage. “Consider yourself dismissed, human. Take whatever belongings
you have here, and leave at once.”

“What?” the
Mage screeched. “You can’t – You can’t –”

“Your next
word will be your last. Go.”

The Mage’s
face screwed up, and he sent Zane and Stacey a seething glare. Then he turned
and exited through the outside door.

“He was not
to be trusted,” Narses explained. “If there has been any chance of foul play
involving Horatio – you can expect he was involved.”

“But if he
was,” Zane said, “then he couldn’t have been working alone.”

“Conduct your
investigation as King. I’ll assist you in any way I can. Satisfied?”

“Very much,
Master Narses.”

Narses’s eyes
seemed to shrink back for a moment. His face became even graver.

He walked
past Conrad to stand directly in front of Zane.

“Have I been
fair to you?”

“Yes,
Master.”

“Good.
Because for my fairness, I have two conditions of you should you become King.”

“I’m
listening.”

“The first we
will conduct right here. Turn around Conrad.”

Conrad turned
around.

Narses moved
behind him and unsheathed a long golden sword from his belt. “A King must
always destroy his enemies. And you have proven yourself a dangerous enemy for
our new King.”

“I’m his
brother and I did my best to protect him,” Conrad said quietly.

“That’s
true,” Zane said. “He could have executed me in front of the clan yesterday
evening. He chose not to, because of our brotherhood.”

“Is that what
you would choose, if I asked you to kill him now?”

Zane seemed
unable to answer.

“Well,
because you hesitated, now you have to kill him. Stand up at once.”

Zane stood up
and joined Narses behind Conrad.

Stacey stood
up and backed away from the event on display.

“Stand
still,” Narses said to her sharply. “Close your eyes if it’s too terrible for
you.”

Stacey kept
her feet grounded but didn’t close her eyes just yet.

“I haven’t
agreed to this,” Zane said as he took Narses’s sword.

Stacey
noticed Conrad was frozen, but on high alert. He wasn’t just going to allow his
head to be cut off either.

“You don’t
have a choice,” Narses explained to him.

“What is the
second thing?” Zane asked. “What is the second condition after this?”

“You remember
my daughter?” Narses replied. “Princess Evelyn Narses?”

Zane nodded.

“You will
marry her. She will be your Dragon Queen.”

“I already
have someone,” Zane said. He nodded in Stacey’s direction.

“She was up
there fucking your brother, wasn’t she?” Narses snapped. “That’s why they’re
both naked, correct?”

“He was
forcing himself on her. She belongs to me.”

“A Dragon
King has many slaves. But only one Queen.”

“Then she
will be my Queen. Not Evelyn.”

Narses
smiled. Then laughed.

“Give me the
sword.”

Zane handed
it back to him.

“Get on your
knees.”

Zane slowly
lowered himself to his knees.

He looked to
Stacey for support. But she had nothing to give him.

“Now,
Conrad,” Narses began. “Why don’t you stand up?”

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