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  He realized he’d completely zoned out while he was imagining her tight pussy contracting around his cock. Shit, that was one of the elf towns. Had they noticed him? He pulled up, high into the air, and beat his wings fast. He flew almost completely vertically, gaining altitude as he tried to get out of sight. The elves knew there were dragons near, of course, but as long as there was no incitement, they wouldn’t go out of their way to attack. Elves were not fundamentally warlike, unlike many other humanoid races. They preferred oppressing other people with politics and awkward legalities.

  Brynn did a loop-the-loop to burn off energy. He wondered if he’d scared his little humanoid. He pulled up again, then contorted into a backflip, and back down in another loop-the-loop. It didn’t seem to bother her. Intriguing. He headed back to the cave.

  ***

  When they reached the cave once more, Alora allowed Brynn to withdraw her from his pouch. She stood on her feet and tried to steady herself. Flying had been a heady experience, and the planet was quite beautiful. What she really needed was to get to that nearby elf settlement and get them to inform Nidia she was alive. If her father was dead—how could he not be—she needed to take her place as the leader of the galaxy before the interplanetary alliance descended into infighting and petty bickering.

  It was a shame, though, because she liked it here.

  “You’re looking at the entrance a lot,” Brynn said. “Hope you’re not thinking of flying out there by yourself. You’d struggle without any wings, and anyway, it’s high altitude and too cold for you. Only elves like this sort of stupid temperature. If you tried to escape, Argon would belt the daylights out of you.”

  Alora bowed her head and sat on the sand, pointedly not looking at the entrance.

  “I gotta go tell Argon we’re back. Stay put.”

  Brynn wandered off, and the moment he was out of sight, Alora went to the entrance. The rocks looked steep and slippery, but she was sure that with patience, she could make it. Without knowing how much time she had, she decided she needed to move fast. She slid backward on her tummy and gripped the edge of the cave as her feet scrambled to find purchase. As soon as she had footholds, she worked on carefully making her way down the sheer rock face.

  It took ages to make much progress. She had done rock climbing sessions before on several occasions—although in the past it had always involved a rope—and she always hated the descent. Ascending was easier; she could see where she was going a lot better and make good decisions based on the rocks near her face. Going down was almost always a blind process, and height did funny things to her perception of distance, so she always struggled with accidentally trying to reach things that were too far beneath her.

  The going was horrible, and she wished she hadn’t tried this as the cold tore through her naked body, and the rocks cut into her bare feet. A particularly strong gust of wind made her lose her foothold, and she clung to the rocks with her fingertips, hoping to correct her feet, but the rocks she’d been standing on crumbled away when she put her weight back on them.

  Shit. She was hanging on by her fingers as the wind and rain howled around her, buffeting her as she tried not to fall. Well, this was bloody stupid. She couldn’t be afraid of falling when it was so inevitable, but all the same, she was determined to hold on to the rocks for as long as possible, just in case, there was some way to not die yet.

  Chapter 4:

  She set her jaw. The wind was a cunt, and she didn’t want it to know she was so cold, her teeth were trying to chatter.

  A glimmer of silver appeared above her, then fell down toward her, looking enormous. It passed her, and she sighed. The dragon hadn’t seen her. A gust of wind and a shadow behind her proved he had simply been maneuvering. He plucked her from the cliff face with great ease, and she groaned as his forearms gripped her shoulders tightly. Her fingers burned with cold and exertion, and she had never been so relieved in all her life.

  He carried her back to the cave and placed her on the ground before he seemed to fold around himself, then she recognized him as Argon, the one with gray eyes flecked with sparkles of silver; those eyes were surrounded by frowning eyebrows, at the moment.

  “You were told not to try to leave because it isn’t safe,” he told her bluntly.

  “Thank you for saving me.” She tried to be gracious, but it was almost impossible with his disapproval radiating from him in every direction.

  “You put yourself in significant danger. If I had not appeared when I did, I suspect you would have fallen to your death within the next two minutes.”

  “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” she tried. He wasn’t interested in apologies, apparently.

  “I will ensure you don’t. Follow me.” Giving her no choice, he took her hand, leading her through a passageway and into another cavern. This one had a large bed, a desk, and a bookshelf. She remembered one of his tattoos was a book, and now she inferred he must really love reading.

  “Bend over my desk,” he said, and as she stared at him in disbelief, he went to his pants and unlooped a belt from them.

  “What?” She continued staring; this made no sense.

  “Bend over my desk. If I have to ask again, I’ll add extra strokes.”

  “Strokes? The halbardet are you talking about?” She put her hands on her hips and waited for an explanation. His fingers tangled in her hair, and this close, she noticed his silver hair was a shade darker than her own which was more of a pearly, almost purple silver. His was steely. It was strange the things her brain latched onto. He pulled her head back and looked down at her dispassionately.

  “Young lady, you are getting a spanking for almost getting yourself killed. You were specifically told to stay in the cave by Brynn. You very narrowly escaped death . I am going to take my belt to your bare rear until you never so much as contemplate disobeying us again. Do you understand now?”

  Her eyes widened, and her face flushed. She had been caned once at the university, over her clothing, and it had hurt profoundly. But never, in all her life, had anyone spanked her bare bottom. It seemed such a personal and humiliating means of chastisement.

  “I understand. But I needed to leave because while you want to hide out here, I have to get back to Nidia. If my father is dead, which I strongly suspect, I am probably emperor-paramount now, and I have a duty to the rest of the galaxy. So, I forbid you from doing this,” she told him levelly. Surely, she could tell her subjects what they weren’t allowed to do.

  “You... forbid me? Heh. You have no authority here, princess. If you’d wanted control over the dragons, Nidia should have intervened while the elves were exterminating us. We don’t recognize your family as our rulers.”

  “And I don’t recognize you as someone who can punish me.”

  “Look harder. You put your life in danger, do you not agree I should do everything possible to prevent you from doing anything so foolish again?”

  She thought about this. While she didn’t like the way he was acting, deep in her heart, she knew her actions had been dangerous.

  “Probably,” she conceded. No one had ever held her accountable for anything like this, though, and she wasn’t especially enthralled by the idea of punishment, especially since he was being so overbearing about it.

  He led her by the hair to the desk, then his huge hand pressed down on her back until she bent flat over the high surface. She was on her tiptoes trying to balance and couldn’t fight him off. With her hands, she tried to reach back and rid herself of him, but it didn’t work, and she ended up with her wrists pinned painfully halfway up her back by one of his hands which forced her to remain in position.

  “You, sir, are an ape,” Alora said flatly.

  “I like when you call me sir.” He brought his free hand down on her ass with a loud slap, and she squeaked as the force reverberated through her bottom cheek. The pain followed it quickly, and after the initial shock, it burned deeply. Her face seemed to be doing the same thing. His hand landed again
on the other cheek. She gasped as the pain spread through her, and she hoped, at this angle, her sex wasn’t on display, but she had a horrible feeling it was.

  His hand rained down on her rear more than a dozen times, and at first, she tried to stay still and stoic, but quickly, she was wriggling and squeaking in an attempt to get out from under his hard hand.

  Finally, he stopped, but he didn’t let her up, and she knew the belt was coming next. She took a deep breath and steeled herself.

  The first strike was worse than she imagined. It slammed through her body, forcing the air out of her as the pain exploded in a thick line that seemed to cover her ass from left to right. She barely took another breath before it landed again, making her yowl, then she was gasping for air again, never quite able to get a handle on the last stroke before he brought the next one down. She had no idea how many times he belted her, but soon her ass was so sore, every new stroke tore deeply into her soul, then she was crying as the belt kept landing.

  The pain traveled deep inside her, and all her nerves seemed to spark in sympathy with the horrible scorching in her bottom. Her pussy twinged and throbbed. She wondered what was wrong with it as her nipples hardened, and she sobbed over the desk.

  “You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?” Argon prompted.

  “Yes, I was a bad girl. I’m sorry!”

  “And what’s this?” He slid his hand between her legs, and she squeezed her eyes shut in defeat. “You’re wet. That’s interesting.”

  “Please, I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “What do you want?”

  His voice tempted her, offering her forbidden treats; all she had to do was ask for them. But she couldn’t, it was too humiliating. Bad enough he had just punished her bare bottom so thoroughly, never mind the idea she might want him to give her some release afterward. She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

  “Very well, I release you. Attempt to escape again, and your punishment will be twice as bad. It will include large objects being inserted into your rear. Naughty little girls always get caught and punished.”

  He let go of her, and she shot upright, then hurried out of the room. She needed to get away from Argon. He was dangerous. Even his words seemed to cause her body to hunger for his. If she wasn’t careful, she would be completely undone by him. Out of the corner of her eye, as she’d rushed to get away, she was certain she’d seen his cock. It was humongous—at least as thick as her wrist, and worst of all, it was utterly hard. Punishing her apparently had the same effect on both of them.

  ***

  Argon waited for the humanoid girl to leave, before he lay back on his bed, got some tissue paper and stroked his cock in his fist until he spilled his seed into the tissue.

  She was far too fascinating—too hot, too adorable, too vulnerable, too sassy... too everything. He prided himself on being measured and thoughtful in his decision-making, but where she was concerned, he had hardly known her more than a few hours, and somehow, she had already impaired his judgment in a number of ways. He should not have allowed her to come here. Ought to have stopped Sharpe from healing her in favor of leaving her in the nearest elf town. She was a humanoid, so she ought to be left as a problem for the other humanoids. Instead, she was here, and whether it was her tantalizing scent or the glimmer of her hair or the way her voice sounded, he did not know, but she was trouble.

  He touched one of the tattoos on his arm, and a book appeared in front of him. The tattoo itself would temporarily disappear, but the space for it remained empty. Things remained exactly where he put them.

  That was probably why it had riled him up so much she had just gone out at her first opportunity. Naked rock climbing in sub-zero temperatures—she was brave but utterly foolish. She needed a strict authority figure around to reign her in and ensure she behaved herself. He was certain in the right environment, she would flourish.

  Thinking about her naked body was such a turn-on for him. He wanted to see more of it. That was unusual. Ordinarily, Argon was an expert at tempering his lust.

  Argon sensed at least two of his brothers were also interested in Alora. For that reason, he decided he needed to think carefully about whether to give in to his heart or not. He knew his brothers had less self-control than he did, and while it would be difficult, he could probably choose not to love her. Or at least make her think that he did not.

  What was it about this strangely attractive humanoid that had caused them to all become interested in her so quickly? Her scent called to him, and if he didn’t know better, he’d suggest it was pheromones. But dragons did not care for humanoids, not ordinarily. He knew there were incidences of dragons mating with elves, and the ensuing offspring were designated “half-elves,” not “half-dragons.” The elves had to ensure half-elves knew their other half was something to be ashamed of, but he had never really understood what had gone wrong in any dragon brain that they thought an elf was a viable love interest.

  She was definitely not an elf. He wasn’t sure what she was because even her body didn’t follow the rules. He decided this would be a good time to do some research into Nidian history. Perhaps they were a separate species to the other humanoids. Or maybe she had some dragon DNA somewhere in the distant past of her bloodline. Stranger things had happened.

  ***

  Alora returned to the cavern with the big entrance, but she stayed away from it. Sitting was uncomfortable; her bottom stung where he had spanked and belted her. His punishment had been harsh and thorough. She had been completely surprised by the intensity of his retribution. He seemed to hate her, and she didn’t really understand why. It wasn’t like they’d had enough time for him to find anything about her to dislike.

  Anyway, it surprised her that her body seemed to react to him so strongly. In spite of how cold and hard he had been with her and how he had overpowered her so easily, she wanted to get closer to him. Get to know him. He seemed to not want anything to do with her though.

  She sighed. Nobody had ever made her want to make an effort to attract them before, and now that someone had, she wasn’t entirely certain how to do it. She definitely didn’t want to make him mad at her, but she had an overwhelming urge to set something on fire, just to make him aware she wasn’t going to follow his stupid rules. Only he might spank her again, and she was still sore from the last time. Oh, it was such a mess.

  She laid down and tried to put him out of her mind because he was inciting her to behave in a way that was completely unbecoming for a princess.

  A moment later, Canavan appeared, his eyes glittering a fascinating deep purple color that surprised her. What was it with these dragon men? She had never been attracted to anyone before in her life, but suddenly, four men came along at once. It was crazy.

  “Argon told us all you need a twenty-four-seven babysitter, so we’re taking it in turns. I’m Canavan.”

  “I know. Sharpe gave me a run-down of everyone earlier.”

  “Hope it was all good?”

  Alora shrugged. “Neutral. But you could definitely score some points if you know how to acquire any food around here.”

  Chapter 5:

  Canavan frowned. “And what do little humanoids eat?” He and his brothers hunted, they had no reason to store anything. Stored food was for younglings who could not kill meals yet.

  “Uh... food?” Alora replied.

  “Do you like venison?”

  Alora nodded. Canavan smiled. Apparently, they had some common ground. He heard the elf-folk were predominantly vegetarian and most of their farmed meat was exported off-world to other planets. Hypocrites, all of them.

  “I will bring you a deer.” He turned to the entrance and was about to shift into his dragon form, but she called him back.

  “Wait! You’re going to get an entire deer? Where from?”

  He sighed. “I am a dragon. We are good at hunting. The wild deer that roam this planet are fast, but I am faster.”

  Alora stared at him as though she we
re seeing him for the first time. Then she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you have, I don’t know, grocery stores on Telia II?”

  “Gro-sur-ee-stores?” He rolled the words around as the Speakeasy chip behind his ear did nothing to assist him. That meant this word had no equivalent in the dragon language.

  “Where you exchange credits for dinners? There are also restaurants where people cook things for you. I mean, in the palace, people cooked for me, anyway, but when I was at college, I had the chance to shop and try to cook.”

  “Cook? I can breathe fire. Perhaps you should accompany me. Brynn said you were well-behaved in his pouch. Stand back while I transform.” Canavan elongated into his dragon form and sighed with relief as his body returned to its preferred size. His brothers seemed to enjoy the functionality of their more humanoid forms, but he liked his dragon form best—it was comfortable and didn’t require as much energy.

  “How do you change from one appearance to the other? Is it an illusion?” Alora asked.

  “No,” Canavan’s voice rumbled from his belly. “It is dimension folding. We fold space around us, and it makes us small.”

  Alora frowned. “That’s not possible. People can’t do that.”

  “Dragons are special; our technology is superior. We can manipulate energy. Sharpe healed you by breathing on you with his special flame, and you have watched me change, yet you deny the evidence of your own eyes?”

  “It just sounds like the sort of complicated thing that could only work with some weird cyborg technology.”

  “Dragons have better technology. Or rather, we did before the elves started exterminating us. All we have left now are the abilities we learned, passed down from fathers to sons for thousands of years. And instead of trying the elves for genocide, your people give them tourist money.”

  She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head, and Canavan suspected he had offended her.

  “Hey! I never came here before now! And all the elves I’ve met are ones who left this planet because they disagreed with the way it was. So there.”