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Promised to the Devil

A Dragon Shapeshifter Romance

By The Wayward WitchPublished 3 years ago 46 min read
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The dream is always the same. The wings of the mighty beasts flap viciously, fanning the flames of the fire they breathe on the village from above. The villagers run in fear. The monsters descend upon them, grabbing them by the throats and inserting their forked tongues deep inside them; filling them with an unholy light. As the dragons release their energy into the villagers, they transform into mortal men. The villagers become unwilling vessels and are at the mercy of these vile creatures. They cage them like animals where they remain until the Drago return to reclaim their powers. Many of the villager hosts will not survive the energy transfer. Sharon glistens with sweat as she runs from the dragons. She races through the woods trying to escape, but there is nowhere to hide. A creature chases her, calling her name. Sharon turns to confront the beast, but it vanishes into a thick blanket of fog. She calls out, “I know you’re there. Show yourself!” Slowly the mist clears revealing a golden dragon. Sharon drops to her knees, terrified the beast will use its long talons to rip her to shreds, but it doesn’t. It slinks toward her. She lowers her head. She can feel the hot breath on the nape of her neck as it hisses a promise in her ear, “One day, you will be mine.”

Sharon pierces the silence of the early morning with a scream that no one hears. She throws back her covers and pushes herself out of bed. She walks to her second-story bedroom window and in the distance spots her parents hoeing straight rows in the rich, fertile soil in the field next to the barn. For as long as she can remember her parents have been into nature and have always specialized in growing medicinal herbs, especially weed. In fact, her mother loves making weed edibles and has always had Sharon taste her creations. Every year for her birthday she would create something special, and this year Sharon hoped her mom would make her famous double chocolate chunk weed and hash brownies, after all, you only turn twenty-one once.

Sensing someone watching her, Sharon’s mother turns toward the house. The purple morning twilight is slowly replaced by a magical orange glow as the sun’s light peaks through the tops of the distant mountains. As the light spreads across the sky, she can see her daughter’s silhouette in the bedroom window. Mary’s husband turns to see what she is looking at and spots his daughter in the distance. Putting down his hoe, he walks toward his wife and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“It’s too soon. She’s not ready.” Mary says as she grabs her husband’s hand and gently kisses his palm.

“She’ll be fine. We will tell her everything tonight, after the party.”

Sharon waves at her parents and sees the others begin to emerge from the various outbuildings on the farm. There are ten families in all that live and work on the farm. She has known them her entire life. Every morning they gather in the big house, as everyone likes to call it, for a huge family-style breakfast. She knows her mom will be heading to the kitchen soon to start cooking the mammoth mound of pancakes everyone will surely devour and it was her job to get all of the ingredients ready. Sharon strips off her nightgown and reaches for a pair of jeans thrown across a nearby chair when she catches her reflection in the full-length mirror mounted on the back of her bedroom door. As she stares at her image, she gently runs her right hand over her firm round breast tracing a line over her hard, erect nipple coming to rest on a golden three-dimensional tattoo of a sleeping dragon, which hides a small dragon-shaped birthmark

on her right hip. She shakes her head as images of the creature from her nightmare fill her thoughts. Downstairs the door slams pulling her out of her trance.

Everyone gathers in the kitchen for breakfast before heading off to complete his or her daily chores. As the sun begins to set, everyone finishes their chores and gets ready for Sharon’s birthday BBQ. After devouring chicken, pork chops, hamburgers, hotdogs, corn on the cob, coleslaw, and three different types of potato salad, Mary unveils her famous brownies topped with twenty-one blazing birthday candles. Sharon makes a wish and blows out the candles. Everyone enjoys an evening of drinking, singing, and dancing. Sharon tries to remain patient as she eyes the mound of gifts on a nearby picnic table. Patricia approaches Sharon and sits next to her. Patricia has been on the farm as long as she can remember. She and her husband Tom are artists. Patricia is a tattoo artist and Tom is a glassblower. Patricia pats Sharon on the leg, “I remember the last birthday bash you had.”

Patricia was referring to her 16th birthday. Her parents organized a huge game themed party. A Twister mat was spread out in the grass near the back patio. The sun reflecting off the colored circles where assorted hands and feet struggled to make a contortionist leap to the next colored circle called. In the backyard was a minefield of croquet wickets and every picnic table was festooned with a different board game ranging from Candy Land to Risk. There were also team games like tug of war and dodgeball.

“Yea, it was epic. Capture the flag was my favorite.”

Patricia laughs. Sharon also remembers that was the day her parents let her get a tattoo, but only if Patricia agreed to be the artist. Patricia said she would. Sharon was so excited. Patricia’s skills as an ink master were legendary and she was very selective when it came to her human canvasses. Sharon started thinking about the tattoo she wanted, but Patricia told her she would only do the tattoo if she designed it and chose the placement. Sharon trusted her implicitly and said yes. Patricia revealed her drawing a few weeks later and it was breathtaking. It was a sleeping dragon in various hues of gold. The detail was mind blowing and she could not wait to see how the drawing translated to her skin. She thought Patricia might choose to place it at the base of her back, but Patricia said she was not a big fan of tramp stamps. She suggested another location and it took Sharon by surprise. Patricia wanted to place the golden dragon over her birthmark, hiding it behind the tattoo. Sharon figured what the hell. It did not take her long to complete the tattoo, considering the final product was stunning. Patricia created a three-dimensional dragon that looks ready to pounce if awoken from its deep slumber. The expert shadowing creates an illusion that the mighty dragon is inhaling and exhaling deeply as it sleeps. Unconsciously Sharon moves her hand to her right hip where the dragon has remained dormant for twenty-one years.

Patricia smiles warmly, “Happy Birthday Sharon. Pretty soon it will be time for another tattoo.” Sharon’s eyes light up, “I would love that Patricia, thank you.” Patricia hugs her and rejoins her husband.

As Sharon’s eyes follow Patricia she spots her parents and sees her mother’s eyes filling with tears. Sharon’s father motions for her to join them.

“Why so serious?” muses Sharon.

Sharon’s father wastes no time, “We have something to tell you and before we do, you need to promise to just sit there and listen before reacting.”

Sharon crinkles her brow and nods as her father begins weaving a fantastic tale. According to her father’s account, Sharon, her parents, and the other families living on the farm are from an ancient clan of Druids bound by the laws of nature. Throughout the centuries, the Drago have abducted the Druids and used them as energy slaves. This reminds Sharon of her dream. Over time, the Druids discovered certain members of their clan had the ability to manipulate the energy of the Drago when it was being held and transform that power into a million points of light that can be dispersed throughout the universe, thus annihilating their enemy.

Convinced the potency of the brownies was way too strong Sharon stares at her parents and quietly whispers, “So what does this have to do with me?”

Sharon’s parents look at one another. Mary grabs her daughter’s hand and says, “The Drago God Erostis has been promised your hand in marriage.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sharon says, glancing around to make sure the party guests haven’t overheard them.

“Watch your language young lady,” warns Sharon’s father. “Let your mother finish.”

“She can finish after I open my presents.”

Before being granted permission, Sharon walks over to the table of offerings and announces she is ready to open her gifts. She unwraps a beautiful handblown glass bong in the shape of a rose; handmade hemp notecards with her initials monogrammed in gold at the top; and assorted soaps and candles. When she finishes opening the gifts from the table Patricia approaches and hands her a flat box wrapped in newspaper. Sharon takes the gift, peels back the paper, and gasps at the images in the painting starring back at her. In the foreground are two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace. In the background is a silhouette of a dragon encircled in flames. A tear streams down Sharon’s cheek. She clutches the painting and looks up at Patricia, “It is beautiful. I will cherish it forever.”

Patricia smiles and says, “That’s your next tattoo.”

Before Sharon can respond, Patricia turns and walks away with her husband. Sharon thanks everyone for a wonderful birthday as they all begin to drift away into the night.

Her mother wastes no time picking up where she left off, “As I was saying, you are involved because you are a dragon slayer. We promised your hand in marriage to the Drago King so you can defeat our enemy for the last time, but you have to be careful. If he finds out who you truly are, he will kill you.”

“So that’s it? Nothing else to share, just a bunch of bat shit crazy stories about shapeshifting dragons, one of whom I am supposed to marry? Have you lost your fucking minds?” Pointing toward her father, she continues her rant, “And I meant to use the

word fuck, especially considering I am fucked. Clearly, I am having a mental break with reality and should probably get a good night’s sleep. That’s it, that’s what I’ll do, I am going to go to bed.”

Sharon turns and heads toward the house when her mother grabs her arm and explains, “Unfortunately my love, every word of what we just told you is true and it’s time to go.”

Sharon’s father reaches under the picnic table and pulls out a suitcase, Sharon’s suitcase to be precise. Sharon begins shaking her head, muttering under her breathe.

In a harsh tone her father snaps, “Sharon, get ahold of yourself. We have to go. Now!”

During the long drive along the rocky coast, her parents reveal more about her twisted fate. As the Prius rounds an s-shaped curve, they abruptly turn onto a secluded drive. In the distance, a Bedford stone mansion sits precariously close to a sheer cliff that drops into the icy waters of the Atlantic far below.

As the car pulls under the porte-cochère, an enormous wooden door carved with the crest of a dragon, swings open. A group of robed men with baldheads emerges from the house. One of the men approaches Sharon’s car door and opens it. He extends his hand and helps her out. Sharon yanks free and takes off running.

Blindly dashing through the inky darkness, Sharon stumbles over an exposed tree root and falls to the ground. She hears twigs snapping behind her and before she can get up, one of the monks grabs her. She kicks and tries to scream, but he slams his hand over her mouth and plucks her off the ground like a sack of potatoes, throwing her over his shoulder. He carries her in the house and takes her into a great hall dominated by a fireplace on one end and an enormous golden throne on the other. Sitting on the throne is the most beautiful man Sharon has ever seen. His long golden locks tied back at the nape of his neck revealing a perfectly chiseled jaw and high angular cheekbones. His lapis blue eyes reflecting the firelight revealing hidden galaxies swimming in the black voids of his pupils. Shimmering like a mirage Sharon can see what truly lies beneath his human skin; it is the golden dragon from her dreams. She is frightened. Sharon’s mother hugs her daughter and whispers, “Remember what we said.” Her parents are escorted from the great hall leaving Sharon alone with the shapeshifter she is supposed to marry.

He tells her his purpose as a god is to enable humans to open their minds to the cosmos, as gods do, and to enable gods to experience the pleasures of the flesh as humans do. She, as his bride, will finally be the bridge between the divine and the carnal, thus freeing her people from bondage.

She listens to his narcissistic tale and finds it difficult to face the reality of her situation. How in the hell was she going to have sex with this asshole? She started snickering as the thought “taking one for the team” whirled about in her brain. Erostis steps down from his throne, approaches Sharon, and gazes deeply into her eyes. She cannot turn away and is somehow transported to another time and place where she is surrounded by the beauty of nature. It is a mental refuge as Erostis violates her physical form, he lifts her into his arms and carries her to the bear skinned rug in front of the fireplace.

He places her on the ground and lies beside her. He stares down at her, lowering his head until his lips touch hers. She knows he is a horrid beast but she cannot escape his hypnotic gaze. She feels a current of energy coursing through her body as he removes her blouse and bra. He kisses her lips, neck, and right breast, his tongue flicking her erect nipple. He continues sweeping his tongue across her stomach and stops just above the waistband of her jeans. He takes his fingers and unbuttons her pants. He then lifts her hips roughly, yanks down her jeans, and tears off the lacey underwear she had bought herself for her birthday. He kneeled between her thighs and began exploring her clitoris with his tongue. She began to come in his mouth and before she could finish he pulled up and kissed her mouth. The taste was salty. To avoid suspicion she had to participate so she grabs his hot, hard cock and strokes it. He moans. She parts her legs and gently rubs the tip of his cock against her erect clitoris. She begins rubbing faster and harder until she erupts in an explosive climax. Unable to contain his carnal lust any longer, Erostis thrusts himself deep inside her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He begins propelling his hips harder and faster, his physical form becoming more substantial with every thrust. Sharon arches her back and screams in ecstasy as she approaches another orgasm. The hot wetness erupts between her legs as she screams for more. All night and well into the next day they continue their sexual escapades in multiple rooms throughout the mansion. Sharon is in a constant state of climax but is too sore to continue the sex marathon.

Erostis leaves her physically spent on the rumpled sheets. She enjoys a long dreamless night and awakens the next morning to the sweet smells of freshly brewed coffee and frying bacon.

Sharon drags herself out of bed and jumps in the shower. She lets the water wash away in the last 48 hours. She still does not believe the crap her parents told her, but if what they said was even half-true, then she had to make sure she didn’t go too far or she would lose herself to Erostis. She turns this thought over in her mind as she washes her hair and body. As she rinses off and a pang of hunger hits her. She needs to clear her head and take a nice long walk outside, but not before she devours an enormous breakfast. Sharon enters the kitchen and sees several of the monks cooking some of her favorites; waffles, eggs benedict, sausage, bacon, ham, biscuits, gravy and, home-fried potatoes.

Turning toward one of the monks she says, “Everything smells delicious. Should I just grab a plate?”

One of the monks motions toward a large dining room just down the hall from the kitchen. On one wall stands a colossal sidebar where various juices, milk, coffee, and teas are laid out next to fine Steuben crystal goblets and delicate Limoges coffee cups. In the middle of the room is an ornately carved dining table. The table is immense and has twelve straight-backed chairs on either side and a large armed chair at either end. Erostis sits at one end of the table reading the newspaper, sipping coffee, and shoveling heaps of food into his mouth. Sharon locates her place at the opposite end of the table where a place setting awaits her. She picks up a finely crafted plate embossed with the same dragon crest found on the front door of the mansion. She walks toward the sidebar where the monks have set up a morning buffet, complete with silver chafing dishes. Sharon is in awe at the luxurious surroundings, stops beside Erostis before walking back to her end of the table, and asks, “Do you always eat like this?”

He shovels another fork full of food in his gluttonous mouth and says, “No, I never eat like this. I am a God and have no need to, but after our countless rounds of lovemaking, I seem to have developed quite an appetite.”

She looks at him inquisitively and starts to ask another question but stops when she notices he is no longer the same shimmering beast he was when they first met. His form is more substantial, he is more bronze than golden. She thinks she knows why and heads toward her seat. She piled her plate high with all the buffet had to offer and looks down at the plate trying to decide what to try first when her hunger pangs subside. She picks at the food and half-heartedly tries the eggs benedict but the food tastes different somehow.

Glancing down the table at Erostis, she finds his table manners repulsive as he continues to shovel food down his gullet, but he is an animal after all. Sharon feels a twinge of jealousy as she sees him thoroughly enjoying the feast she can barely taste.

“So where are you headed today?” inquires Sharon.

Making sure not to miss a morsel, he picks up his plate and licks it.

“I’m going into the city. I have some errands to run.”

“Will you be gone long?”

“I will be back later tonight. Are you okay?

“Yes, absolutely, why do you ask?

“You’re acting strange.”

Sharon scrambles to come up with a plausible response without raising suspicion. She decides to play into his gargantuan ego, “I was just thinking about how wonderful it was making love to you and I don’t know how long I can wait before having you inside me again.”

Erostis has no doubt she is telling the truth. He is a god after all and he made it a point to pleasure her in ways she could only have dreamed of, but he needs more. He gets up from the table and looks into Sharon’s eyes, “I will fill your needs when I return.”

Sharon smiles as he turns and heads toward the drive where he climbs into his golden Ferrari. He revs the powerful engine and launches down the long drive like a rocket. Sharon takes advantage of his departure to go outside and enjoy time alone among the flowers, trees, and plants. She misses the farm and her parents and cannot believe only a few days have passed since her birthday. The weather has turned cool and Sharon decides to grab a jacket from her suitcase before heading out. She pulls the case out of the spacious walk-in closet and places it on top of the bed, which she notices is made, probably by the monks when she was down for breakfast. She throws the lid open and begins searching for the jacket when she notices all of her clothes have already been put away, and on a shelf in the closet is a gift-wrapped box. She had not noticed the box earlier and grabs it from the shelf. A tag on the box reads, “Happy Birthday. Love Mom

and Dad.” She opens the box and pulls back several sheets of tissue paper to unveil a ceremonial robe.

Sadly, Sharon cannot remember what her mother told her about the robe. She carefully folds it and tucks it away in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Satisfied the robe is safe, she grabs her jacket from a nearby hanger and heads outside to explore the sprawling gardens that dot the surrounding landscape.

Being outside helps Sharon focus. As a small child, her parents and the others that lived with them on the farm taught her about her people. Her clan possesses ancient knowledge that allows them to control the energy found in nature. Sharon has always had the ability to see auras around plants and animals. She always knew when a plant or animal was sick because their aura would change. Healthy plants have an energy field around them that glows a brilliant emerald green, and healthy animals shine like the sun. Sick plants and animals do not have a healthy glow; they put off a dingy gray hue that can only be healed with pure energy. On the farm, everyone had the ability to see when a plant or animal was sick. Sharon thought everyone could see these things, but she quickly learned the truth. One day Sharon was helping her mother and father sell fruits and vegetables at the local Farmer’s Market when she decided to wander around the market looking at what each of the tents had to offer. There were homemade loaves of bread, organic produce, soy candles, free-range chickens, goat milk, scented soaps, and various kitchen herbs in assorted pots and planters. One tent she explored had crates of rabbits. She loved rabbits and spotted a floppy-eared cashmere rabbit lying all alone in its cage; its head resting on its two front paws. She could see the poor animal was sick and was curious why no one was helping him. She walked over to the cage and whispered, “It’ll be okay. I can make you better.” At that, Sharon closed her eyes and focused her attention on the sick animal. She stomped her feet and drew energy through her feet up through her body and out through the palms of her hands. A small group of people stopped and watched in amazement as fine filaments of energy could be seen shooting out of Sharon’s palms toward the rabbit. The gray cloud that had enveloped the bunny was quickly replaced with bright yellow light. Sharon lowered her hands and smiled when she saw the animal hopping happily about his cage. She then turned and saw the small group of people had multiplied and a sea of faces stared back at her. Her smile was replaced with a look of fear. Her parents came running over. Her mother swept her into her arms and took her back to the farm while her father retrieved their fruits and vegetables from the market stand. Once back on the farm Sharon’s mother explained not everyone had the special gifts her family had and outsiders didn’t always understand their talents. In fact, throughout history outsiders had deemed them as witches and burned them alive for displaying their talents in public. This terrified Sharon, which was her mother’s goal. She wanted her daughter to understand what could happen to her and everyone else in their family if anyone knew about their abilities.

Grimacing at the thought Sharon shakes her head and stops to survey her surroundings. In the distance, she spots a labyrinth and walks toward the circular hedgerow. In the center of the maze, the bronze roof of a hidden gazebo reflects the sun. Lining the perimeter of the hedges are assorted rose bushes of every color imaginable. The sweet fragrance is intoxicating, reminding her once again of the farm. Soon after the market incident Sharon’s parents started homeschooling her, reducing her contact with the outside world. At the time she thought they were just being overly protective, now she understood why. If only they had told her what she was expected to do so she could

have prepared. When her parents told her of the plan, some of the salient details were hurriedly explained and she did not have time to absorb everything they were saying. She needed to enter a deep hypnotic trance in order to recall the finer details of the conversation and could achieve this deep trance by walking the labyrinth. Sharon sees the entrance to the maze a few feet in front of her and stops at the threshold. She clears her mind and inhales deeply. She stomps her feet and grounds herself. She can feel the earth’s energy seep through her feet and up through her body. She begins walking the path and enters a deep meditative state. She then focuses on the conversation with her parents in an attempt to recall every word spoken. Her mind takes her back and she can hear her mother, “We are so sorry we didn’t tell you sooner and we had our reasons, but none of that is important now. What is important is the ritual you need to follow in order to destroy the Drago king.”

Sharon asks, “How do I kill him?”

Her mother glances at her father who nods his head slightly, “Go on, tell her.”

Her mother blushes and clears her throat. “You have the ability to channel energy. We all do, but as a dragon slayer, you can hold the dragon’s energy and ignite it. The trick is his energy will make you less human and it is important not to hold too much or you will lose yourself.

“How do I release the excess energy? No one from our clan has been able to figure out how to release the excess energy. That is why so many of us die during the energy exchanges with the Drago.”

“Yes, all of that is true and we will send someone to help you defeat him, but for the time being he will assume you are special and are capable of holding enough of his energy without bursting into flames so he can have his fun as a human. He is a vile creature and I am so sorry this is the only way to kill him. This has to work, if it doesn’t and he figures out what we are attempting he will retaliate and enslave every last one of us.”

This sobering thought brought Sharon out of her meditative trance. She was surprised to see the gazebo right in front of her. She remembers more of what she has to do and the more she remembers the more frightened she becomes. But there was something else. She had to be human and Erostis had to be human in order for her to kill him. But how was she supposed to kill him? She knew it wasn’t by having sex with him. The sex was necessary to deplete his energy so he could be killed. But how? Dammit, she couldn’t remember. While Sharon sat in the gazebo trying to remember the salient details of her mission, a young man riding a motorcycle approaches the closed gates to the estate. He stops and presses the button on the intercom.

A disembodied voice answers, “Yes?”

“Hi, my name is Sean and I am looking for someone that I think maybe visiting you? Her name is Sharon.”

“Yes sir, unfortunately, I am not at liberty to divulge the names of our guests. I am certain you understand.

Sean hits the button and replies, “No, I don’t understand. It is imperative I speak to her if she is in fact here.”

Firmer in his tone the voice coming from the intercom says, “I understand your frustration and can do nothing to help you. Thank you and good day.”

Sean turns his bike around and before racing down the long drive looks back over his shoulder and makes a silent promise, “Don’t worry Sharon, I know how to kill the bastard. I’ll be back for you, I promise.”

Sharon enjoys the rest of the afternoon exploring the grounds. As the sun sinks in the sky, she can hear the revving motor of Erostis’ golden Ferrari racing down the drive. She heads back toward the house to see how his first day of being fully human went.

Erostis is in his den enjoying a glass of scotch when Sharon finds him.

“How was your day?”

He looks at her quizzically, “What do you mean?”

Sharon rolls her eyes in exacerbation, “Simple question how was your day? Was being human everything you were expecting?”

Yes, I made love to women, I’ve been sucked off by the sweetest mouths of young men, have done drugs, and consumed vats of alcohol feeling the effects, but I need to feel more.”

Sharon knew that meant he would need to release more energy.

Sharon closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She did not want to take in more energy. She knew she was too close to becoming more divine than human. She knew there was a way to release the energy to maintain the needed balance in order to kill him but she couldn’t remember how! She couldn’t refuse his request because he would simply take what he wanted. That was the Drago way.

“Your parents are true to their word, you are an excellent vessel. I am so glad your sole purpose in this life is to allow me to experience pleasure.”

“Yep, lucky me.”

“You are lucky. Never forget that!” Erostis grabs her wrist.

She winces, “Stop that hurts!”

Erostis grabs her other wrist. He pulls her toward him and spins her around. He hugs her tightly and hisses in her ear, “I will take what I want when I want and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

Erostis bends her forward over his Louis the 14th desk. He unbuttons his jeans and begins rubbing his flaccid penis against her jean-clad ass. It wasn’t working. He wasn’t getting hard. Angrily he spins her around and slaps her across the cheek. He feels something stir, so he hits her again. Sharon weeps silently as he throws her like a rag doll down on the desk grabbing her legs and shoving them apart. He lays on top of her. He takes one of his enormous hands and wraps it tightly around both of Sharon’s wrists, pinning her in place. He uses his free hand to squeeze her breasts, hard. He rips her bra off and begins sucking and biting her nipples. Sharon desperately tries to escape her reality but she can’t. He continues his assault. His hand reaches between her thighs and grabs her pussy. He needs to fuck her. He unbuttons her pants, lowering one side and then the other revealing a hot pink thong. His penis becomes larger and harder. He grabs the thong’s elastic band and rips off the barrier. Taking his middle finger, he shoves it deep inside her vagina. She wasn’t wet enough. He lowers his head and begins licking her clitoris. He licks hard as he lifts her ass toward his hungry mouth. He rotates her hips as he sucks her clit. An involuntary moan escapes her lips and he knows he has her. She can’t help herself, he thinks, as he plunges his finger inside her once again. This time when he pulls his finger out of her hot cunt, it glistens with cum. He thrusts his hard cock inside her. He lifts her legs over his shoulders so he can thrust deeper. He pumps harder and faster. Sharon keeps her eyes shut tight and occasionally winces as Erostis pounds her as he tries to climax. Unable to achieve satisfaction Erostis stands her up and takes her from behind. He places his hands on her hips, bends her forward, and begins thrusting deeper and harder. She was once again becoming dry. Erostis reaches around and begins stimulating her clit. Erostis continues thrusting harder and deeper until he screams with ecstasy and fills her with his semen. Spent, he lies on her back, panting. Finally, he pushes himself off her, picks up his clothes, and leaves. He heads to his Ferrari, leaving Sharon naked on the desk, weeping silently as she tries to figure out what she has done to deserve this.

In the morning, Sharon goes down to the kitchen and feels a wave of relief wash over her when she sees Erostis’ car is still gone. She notices the monks have not gone to all of the trouble they had the day before in preparing a huge breakfast. She spots a pot of coffee and pours herself a cup. A loud buzz from the intercom pierces the silence. One of the monks answers the call and Sharon can hear a young man’s voice on the other end asking to see her.

The monk tries to turn him away but Sharon instructs him directly to let him through the gate. The monk stares at her.

Sharon says in a menacing tone, “If you do not let him in I will march down to that goddamn gate and open it myself.”

Sensing she was deadly serious, the monk pushes a small black button on the intercom and says, “Sharon will be waiting for you, proceed through the gate.”

Sean hears the motorized whir of the gate as it glides open along its track. He twists the throttle on the handlebar of his Harley Davidson Softail and launches down the drive. The door opens. He swings his leg over the rich black leather seat and kicks down the stand that does not seem strong enough to support the full weight of the tricked out bike. The chrome pipes reflect silver rainbows as the sun shines down. The fringe on the leather saddlebags are still swinging from side to side when Sharon opens the door and

sees Sean standing in front of her. Sean could not believe how much she had grown. He was six when his parents sent him away.

Flashes of memories flicker before him. Sean used to live on the farm with his mother and father. He used to play with the children on the farm and Sharon was his best friend. They played hide and seek, caught fireflies, flew kites and played on the giant tire swing hanging from an ancient oak near the northern property boundary of the farm. He loved playing with Sharon when they were children and he knew then they were destined to be together. He never lost sight of this not even when he was sent away to school a few months after his sixth birthday. The school he attended was in no way a traditional center of learning. It was much more. It was a magical place where he was taught about the mysteries of the universe. Specifically, that everything in the universe is based on energy, and throughout the universe, there is a universal law that dictates for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. That’s it, nothing more nothing less. Recognizing this makes dealing with the complexities of life much easier. During his time away at school, he was told about his clan and his purpose. He was destined to help Sharon free his people from their tormentors, the Drago. It infuriates Sean that Sharon’s parents had not done a better job preparing her for her life’s mission. Fortunately, he had undergone enough training for both of them.

Sharon saw the handsome young man swing his long muscular leg over the motorcycle seat and in one swift motion kick his kickstand in place. He was wearing straight-legged Levis, a white t-shirt, and a black leather motorcycle jacket trimmed with fringe. Emblazoned in red and gold silk thread on the back of the jacket is the image of a dragon engulfed in flames. Sean looks over at Sharon. Sharon senses something familiar behind the darkened Ray-Bans. Sean’s face erupts into a smile revealing straight, white teeth and deep dimples. His long, thick lashes frame his smoldering brown eyes.

“Hello Sharon.”

Surprised she asks, “Do I know you?”

Sean stops at the base of the stairs leading to the front door and replies, “Yes, we know each other, but don’t feel bad if you don’t remember. After all, it has been a very long time.”

Sharon grows more and more curious. She sees one of the monks lurking near the front door. She motions Sean inside the house. Once inside he looks around and a sense of impending doom slinks up his spine. He cannot believe he is inside the lair of their greatest enemy. An ancient and vile enemy that had brought death and misery to his people for millennia. Finally, the end was in sight. He had to make sure they were prepared and that they were successful in fulfilling their mission; to kill the fucker and scatter his energy throughout the universe, never to bother them again. According to legend, the only way to ensure this was by destroying the king, thus killing the remaining Drago. They had little time to waste. Sharon glances over at Sean and leads him to the cavernous kitchen where she instructs the monks to prepare a basket of cheeses, bread, grapes, apples and wine for a picnic down by the small pond she found during yesterday’s exploration of the grounds.

The monks hesitate. Sharon spins on her heels and says, “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” She reaches for the handle of the stainless steel Sub-Zero refrigerator when the head monk nods toward one of the monk minions and says, “Prepare the basket, she won’t go far.”

Sean and Sharon gather their picnic paraphernalia and walk in silence to the small pond Sharon found yesterday. Surrounding the small body of water are gently sloping banks of lush green grass. Delicate purple flowers dot the blanket of green. Sean helps Sharon spread a red and white checkered picnic blanket on the ground. Sean sits down Indian style and begins unpacking the wicker picnic basket. He grabs the bottle of red wine and uses the pneumatic wine opener to spring the cork from the amber bottle. Sharon retrieves the wine glasses from the side of the wicker hamper where they are held in place by a snap-on a short leather strap that attaches to the side of the basket. Both sit silently sipping red wine and nibbling cheese. Sean breaks the silence. “So, do you remember me yet?”

Sharon looks down at her wine glass. Her cheeks blush from embarrassment, “I really feel bad, but honestly, no, I don’t remember you.”

Sean smiles, “Don’t beat yourself up, we were only 6 years old.”

A look of confusion washes over Sharon’s face, “What?”

Sensing her confusion and not wanting to cause her to act defensively Sean says in a soft reassuring tone, “I’m Sean. I used to live with my parents on your farm.”

I wave of recognition swept across her as she places a hand over her mouth, “Oh my God. Sean. I remember you. Of course, I remember you. ”

Sean is not convinced she remembers and pushes her, “Are you sure you remember?”

Sharon is still in shock but is coming around and says, “You are Patricia and Tom’s son, aren’t you?”

With a sigh of relief Sean exhales deeply, “Yes, I am Patricia and Tom’s son.”

Relieved Sharon tells Sean, “I just saw your parents; your mother gave me the most beautiful painting I have ever seen.”

Sean stares and arches an eyebrow, “Better than the first tattoo?”

“What do you know about my tattoo? You were long gone when your mom gave me the tat,” Sharon snaps.

Sean senses her apprehension and says, “I would occasionally sneak back home to see my parents, but I had to do so under the darkness of night or run the risk of being spotted by the Drago and used by them as a human energy bank. In addition, my mom gave me a dragon tattoo around the same time she gave you yours. Would you like to see it?”

“A dragon tattoo?”

“Yes, I have a dragon tattoo and my mother used it to cleverly conceal the birthmark that lies beneath.”

Alarm replaces Sharon’s apprehension, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Sensing Sharon’s confusion and anger Sean gently holds her hands, faces her and stares deeply into her eyes. “Sharon, you are not alone.”

Sharon’s voice quivers, “I am alone. I have to do something, something terrible and I don’t know if I am strong enough to do it.”

Sean nods, “I understand.”

Yanking her hand out of his she stands up, looking down at him on the blanket. “You can’t possibly understand the crazy-ass shit my parents told me the night of my birthday party. It feels like the party was years ago, but only days have passed. I want to run! In fact, that is exactly what I am going to do. This shit cannot be real. I have to go.”

Sharon begins walking aimlessly not sure what direction to turn. Sean stands and hugs her. He holds her tightly. She begins to relax. For the first time in days, she feels safe and does not want the embrace to end. He continues holding her, stroking her long auburn hair, “You are not alone Sharon. I too am a dragon slayer. I was sent away because if either of us had been found by the Drago we would have been killed. It takes both of us to kill Erostis.”

Sharon pulls herself away from Sean’s grasp. Pointing angrily toward the estate she screams, “You know I’m supposed to kill that mother fucker?”

Sean had no idea Sharon knew so little about what they were expected to do that he had to expend every ounce of energy he had not to lose his cool, “Yes, I know what you’re supposed to do because it is my job to help you.”

Frustrated and angry Sharon slaps her leg, “But how?” I don’t remember!”

“We are vessels of energy. Separately, we can hold energy, we can channel energy, and we can even consume energy, but together is where the magic lies.”

Sharon wants more, “What do you mean?”

“But together, as dragon slayers, can we can transform energy. There are natural laws that control what we can and can’t do. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but it can be changed. It is our job to take the energy Erostis has stored in you and scatter it to the far reaches of the universe. In order to succeed your energy needs to be perfectly balanced; too much and you are too god-like to destroy him. Too little and Erostis is not human enough to kill.”

Sharon believes him. She senses what he is saying is true.

Sean pushes Sharon away to arms-length and spins her around as if under inspection, “Sharon, you have too much energy right now. Your physical form is shimmering, and your aura is golden; god-like. You have to release some of his energy.”

“But how?”

“Physical contact between us will allow you to transfer energy to me. But we have to be careful about how many contacts we have. If you transfer too much we won’t be able to destroy him.”

“Why can’t you use the energy I transfer to you and destroy him? What’s the damn difference?”

Sean understands her confusion, “You would think that would work, but it won’t.”

Sharon is losing patience with Sean and quips, “Of course not, it makes too much sense. So why is the most logical answer the wrong one?”

“Only a female dragon slayer can transform the stored energy and scatter it across the universe. The male dragon slayer siphons off any excess energy from the female.”

“That’s it? That’s all you do. And you had to go to school for that?”

Sean laughs, “The male dragon slayer ignites the energy the female carries. It’s like you are the bomb and I am the fuse. One doesn’t work without the other.”

“Okay, that sounds legit. I want to go home, so the sooner we kill this bastard the better. How do we siphon off the excess energy?”

Sean takes her hand and leads her to the picnic blanket. He guides her to the ground and lays next to her. Sean props himself on his elbow and caresses her cheek. She closes her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. He rubs his thumb over her bright pink lips. He brushes his lips across her forehead, then her nose and stops just above her mouth. He can’t resist any longer. He kisses her. Her mouth opens inviting his tongue to explore the sensual darkness. The passion is electrifying. When the two dragon slayers touch brilliant filaments of energy, entwine around both bodies, creating a magical cocoon of bright white-hot light. Sean nibbles Sharon’s ear and she moans as she pulls him on top of her. He runs his hands over her breasts. She can feel he is hard and she yearns to have him inside her. She reaches down to unbutton his jeans but he stops her.

He grabs her hand and pushes it away, “No, not yet!”

Sean grabs her and holds her next to him, both wanting more, but refusing to give in to temptation. The Drago would hunt them and destroy every last member of their tribe if their assassination attempt on Erostis was unsuccessful. Sharon’s stomach began to growl. She is finally hungry. Rummaging through the picnic-basket, she finds a sliver of cheese and a small piece of bread. She pops them in her mouth and relishes the sharp taste of the sharp cheddar. Her body needs more sustenance.

Sean shakes his head and laughs softly, “Your energy levels are where they need to be, but you need more to eat.”

“No argument from me. I’m starved. Let’s go back to the house and see what we can rustle up.”

Sharon and Sean gather the blanket, basket, and head toward the house. Sharon and Sean enter through the service entrance trying to avoid being seen. They sneak into the kitchen and Sharon flings open the refrigerator rummaging for food. In a large Tupperware container is leftover fried chicken. She lifts off the lid and takes a leg in one hand and a thigh in the other, gnawing wildly at both in a feeding frenzy.

Sean laughs as he watches her devour the food. She finishes and burps loudly.

“Sexy.”

“Ha, ha.” Sharon licks her fingers, grabs a dishtowel, and wipes her hands and mouth.

“Okay, now what?” asks Sharon.

“We need the ceremonial robe.”

Sharon’s eyes widen as she points excitedly toward Sean, “Yea, what’s up with the robe? My mother never got around to fully explaining that one.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t fully understand the robe and honestly, it sounds a little sketchy. According to legend, the golden threads used to weave the robe are magical and the female dragon slayer needs to wear it during the ceremony to channel the energy somehow. Other than that, it is a mystery. Regardless, we have to hurry. Erostis will sense the change in energy.”

As if on cue, the powerful Ferrari races down the drive. A look of terror crosses Sharon and Sean’s face. Sharon grabs Sean’s hand as they run up the back stairs to her room. She closes the door behind her and runs to the closet. She frantically opens the dresser and yanks the robe from its resting place. She grabs it, draping it over her arm. Sean grabs her hand and yells, “Run!”

Sharon and Sean run toward the back staircase when the entire house shakes from the force of the mammoth front doors being thrown open with such force they bounce off the interior walls, cracking the plaster and causing the door to hang crookedly on its hinges.

Sean stops before entering the kitchen. He turns his head slightly and says, “Erostis is pissed.”

Sharon looks at him and whispers sarcastically, “Ya think?”

“We need to get out of here and perform the ceremony or he is going to kill us.”

Sharon nods in agreement. Footsteps echo down the hall. Sharon and Sean silently creep toward the service entrance. They make it outside and head toward the dense forest that runs along the eastern edge of the estate. In the middle of the dense forest is a small stream. Running alongside the bubbling waters, they find the perfect spot. A huge Weeping Willow tree stands near the banks of the tributary, providing them with ample cover from anyone looking for them. They had to hurry.

Sean pushes back the drooping branches and ushers Sharon inside. The tree provides the perfect cover.

Sharon looks at Sean, “Now what?”

Sean tosses Sharon the robe and says, “Get undressed and put on the robe.”

“So much for romance,” she says under her breath as she strips naked. Sean follows suit, peels away his clothes, and kneels on the grass. He finds a stick lying on the ground near him and he picks it up. He uses the stick to trace a pentagram in the grass around them to create a ring of protection. He lays the stick down and extends his hand to Sharon. Sharon kneels in front of him. Sean holds out his hands, palms toward the sky. Sharon asks, “What are you doing?”

“I am casting the spell that will bring Erostis down.” Sean begins chanting, “Light flows, resistance is gone, the soul’s journey not alone, Heaven above, earth below, light shines, love grows, yearning fulfilled, powers unleashed. Surrender now, love and light come to me.”

Sharon can’t believe what she is seeing as Sean casts the spell. Fireflies emerge from the evening twilight and join them under the willow tree. The space glows with a supernatural light that is calming and powerful. When Sean finishes he opens his eyes. They are full of light. His body radiates heat. His aura glows a brilliant silvery blue. She stares down at her hand and realizes she too is glowing. But she is radiating the color of liquid gold. Erostis’ energy. Sean places his hands on her shoulders and gently leans her back. She lays on the ground, the ceremonial robe falling open revealing her nakedness. Sean rolls on top of her, gently kissing her mouth. He traces his tongue over her neck and over the soft mounds of her breasts stopping at her rock-hard nipples. He gently cups her breast in his hand and suckles her nipple. She moans with pleasure. She draws his head toward her mouth. They kiss deeply. She rolls on top of Sean and begins kissing his neck. She traces her tongue over his hard pecks and down his ripped torso. She can feel his hardness against her stomach and descends to his throbbing member. She grabs it firmly in her hand and begins stroking it up and down, faster and harder as he becomes more and more aroused. She slips his hard erect penis into her mouth and she begins sucking harder and deeper, swallowing his manhood. Wanting him deep inside her, she straddles him and gently glides his cock inside her. She sits up, forcing more of him inside of her. As she leans backward, rocking her hips slowly from side to side, she grabs her breasts and starts playing with her nipples. Sean slips his thumb into her crevasse and finds her swollen clit. He rubs it slowly as she thrusts her hips back and forth, faster and harder. She can’t hold back any longer. She groans loudly as she reaches climax, gushing hot sticky cum across his pelvis. Sean lifts Sharon and mounts her. He is more aroused than he has ever been in his life. He plunges his rock hard cock deep inside Sharon’s dark, slippery wetness. He pushes faster and harder. She joins his

rhythmic thrusts, working as one, losing themselves in one another. Sean and Sharon cry out in perfect harmony as they both approach orgasm, alerting Erostis to their presence. He can see the filaments of energy entangling the lovers as he peers through the slender leaves of the willow. He rears back his head and bellows in anger, “NO!!!!”

Sean and Sharon experience a rush of pleasure that takes their breath away. A tingling sensation envelopes their bodies and builds and builds until it crescendos in an enormous bolt of energy that zips through the air striking Erostis in the distance. Erostis face contorts in pain as the bolt of energy strikes him, throwing him high in the air. A rush of air escapes his lungs as he hits the ground hard. He tries to stand but can’t. The lower half of his body erupts into flames and spreads upward. His human body quickly disintegrates revealing the form that lies beneath, a hideous monster. The dragon tries to charge toward the magical lovers, but erupts into a million points of light and disappears before their eyes. The beast was gone. They did it. They killed the mighty Erostis.

Sharon and Sean quickly gather their clothes and dress. Sharon takes the ceremonial robe. They both run toward Sean’s motorcycle refusing to retrieve anything of hers from the house. She wants nothing more than to go home. She climbs on the back of his motorcycle and hangs on to his waist as he revs the engine, propelling them down the drive and along the coast, back to the farm where they both lived as children.

As they approach the farm, the whine of the engine echoes down the road drawing the attention of Sharon’s parents. A blinding reflection of the sun’s light off the chrome pipes of Sean’s bike cause several onlookers to shade their eyes. As the couple approaches members of their clan rush to meet them. Mary does not wait for her daughter to dismount the bike before smothering her in hugs and kisses. Sharon’s father pries his daughter away from his wife and holds her tight. She squeezes back and begins to cry. Sean and Sharon have saved their people but they both sense their time to celebrate will soon come to an end as new enemies emerge from the shadows.

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