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Author: .Create

1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3

Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Published: 07-09-14 - Updated: 07-10-14

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Hey guys hope you enjoy I kind got this idea off an episode of Supernatural a tv show I used to watch.

Anyways hope y'all enjoy! Follow the story and recommend to others!

~Fairygirl


Emden was a dragon. As silly as it sounded. In exactly three weeks however he was going to receive the ability to actually shape into a dragon. He's been stuck a human his entire adolescence but his adulthood was what he'd been waiting for. Emden had gorgeous locks of tawny hair, and deep blue eyes to go with it. His had prominent cheekbones and a good jaw, and he was well muscled but still lithe. He had just found out what his adulthood ritual must be. He must find ten virgins and on the night if the full moon mate with them. They would be his servants after that and exactly one year later he would choose his permanent mate who'd become a dragon too and bear his children.

He'd already captured two virgins Emily was his first catch, then Faelyn. Emily had very pale skin with red hair and pale grey eyes, but was very strong. Imogen had slightly tanned skin with golden hair and green eyes. They were both tall, slim and intelligent. He was about to kidnap his next servant, Zena, a black girl with dreadlocks draped all the way down her back. Her figure was very small, her brown eyes very light, and her lips very pale. She seemed very gracious and kind, something most thought weak, but he would need a hatchling caretaker.

About an hour later Zena was in his caged off area, screaming several human profanities at him. At one point when he was forcing her into the cage, she bit him and he couldn't help but swear in his tongue, a very loud "Djarke!" not unnoticed by the girl Faelyn. After that he went out again to calm his thoughts but couldn't help but snatch a young brunette with wide hips, who he'd seen before in one of the human teaching places making meals for the others. In his haste another human girl saw him and he flew back later that day and picked her up as she was leaving one of their law buildings probably to say one of the dragons had taken her friend. Which was perfectly legal. He left them in the cage, and was going to sleep when he noticed the Faelyn girl attempting to climb out the top of the cage.

He stood on a ledge above, contemplating what he'd do with her. He was more amused than angered and impressed by how far up she'd gotten. He jumped off the ledge, swooping low, before dropping to a run, inside the caged area. The other girls scrambled into the corners as he casually stepped in front of where she was climbing, and grabbed her calf before tugging her down. He caught her, then grabbed her wrists, and left through the door. He closed it and spelled it shut again, and brought the struggling girl into his room.

F: Put me down you djarke!

E: You are quite amusing.

F: You little-

Emden pushed her down onto his bed and she sat up immediately, following him with her eyes as he jumped back up into the air. Emden flew back to close his bedroom door and then, keeping his eyes on her, the one going to the side of the mountain.

She got up off the bed and walked away, skirting the wall as she watched him. He took much shorter, slower steps, his reptilian eyes following her, before he jumped forward, grabbed her by her arms and caged her body against the wall with his. She tried to push him off, but eventually quit, breath coming labored.

E: You will stop running.

F: Make me.

E: You will stop disobeying me or I will punish you. You have one chance.

F: No. You fucking kidnapped me. You don't get to-

Emden brought his face startling closer to hers, and her mouth shut, and she grew eerily still. He wanted to get a taste of her, learn her scent. He nuzzled into her neck, bringing in the smells of anger, fear and arousal. He brought the tip of his nose from right beneath her ear to back down to her collarbone, repeatedly tracing her skin. He gently tasted the same path with his tongue, and her slight shift of her head let him have a wider space. He gently bit the area, marking her as his so other dragons wouldn't be tempted. He shifted uncomfortably, not meaning to get quite so into it. He brought his head back to look into her eyes.

F: What was that.

E: I was marking you.

F: Why?

E: Because I needed you to stop talking. And so other dragons don't disrespect you.

Her face contorted into a more angered facial expression, as she looked away. He remembered why he'd brought her in her in the first place.

E: Do not move. I will return and you cannot escape.

F: Apparently.

Emden released Faelyn and she drew her arms around herself, rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms, sore from Emden's tight grip. Emden flew up and to the other side of the room, where a well concealed door stood. Emden opened it with a key from around his neck, and walked into the room. Faelyn quickly walked to the bed and hid behind it looking into the room, trying to see past this creatures broad shoulders. The room was filled with clothes. Beautiful, simple, elegant clothes. Dresses and shirts and jeans and skirts and shoes and jewelry. She was surprised to see such a thing.

She was shocked when the creature began to take its shirt off. It drew it over its head, the wide slits tearing as he caught them on his wings. He threw it out, and preceded to remove his pants. She was surprised that he had actually removed all his garments, and her mouth opened slightly in a silent gasp. He reached up to a shelf up above, and retrieved a pair of white shorts, not quite boxers, and put those one. He turned around with a loose pale lavender skirt going to midthigh and a bra-like top, only a string holding it up. He walked towards her. She realized it before he got to her though.

F: Oh no I am NOT wearing that.

E: I will not have you sleep with me wearing that.

F: I'm going to! We're going to! No! Fuck no! Back the fuck up you rapist!

Emden looked at her confused. He'd heared the term rapist but he was not going to mate with her tonight. She backed up, eyes wide, and he realized now they had a hint of blue in them. Interesting.

E: I am not going to mate with you tonight. Your punishment is to sleep in my bed before your Rjackenda.

F: What? My what?

E: Put these on. Those are human clothes. You are no longer human by dragon law.

I: Ok. Your crazy. That's all I can think of.

E: I will force these onto you.

F: Yeah right.

Emden flew to Imogens side picking her up and bringing her to his bed quickly. He sat on top of her holding her legs together, and held her arms to the side with one of his hands. Using his wings, he held her shirt out from her body, and sliced down the fabric with his wing. It slide off easily, and he forced her arms threw the holes he saw her arms were trapped in. He saw she had a stranger version of the pyane he was going to put on her upper body. Her went to the latch in the front and fumbled with it and was about to take it off when she shrieked she would change.

E: Thank you. I do not like undressing corshets. It is...intimate.

F: What does that mean? And where can I get changed?

E: It means servant I believe is the most accurate term in your language. And I do not mind you undressing here. Anywhere else would be strange. This is a bedroom. You may change here.

F: What about in there?

E: Only my mate may go into there. You are not chosen. You may not enter.

F: Fucking ridiculous. Who are you even?

E: Emden. Emden Dragonsfyre.

F: Okay I have no idea who you are.

Emden watched her change. He did not understand why she turned away from him. He wasn't going to turn. He was also interested by her body. It was truly lovely, the skin looked soft and creamy. He walked forwards,and stroked his hand down her back. It was very soft, and she whirled around in surprise, the brachete covering her front, her human shorts still on.

F: Do not touch me.

E: I wanted to know what your skin felt like.

F: Do you have no idea of personal space?! You don't just touch someone you don't know because you want to know what their skin feels like especially when they're half naked!

E: I apologize for your discomfort Faelyn, but this matter of nudity is ridiculous.

F: You called me by my name.

E: What?

F: My name, my name is Faelyn.

E: I know.

F: How?

E: I chose you very carefully. All of you.

F: What do you mean. For what.

E: Go to sleep.

F: No! I want my question answered! You have kidnapped me and three other-

E: Four.

F: Fuck you! I want my questions answered.

E: How about you have breakfast with me tomorrow and I answer your questions then?

F: This is ridiculous.

Emden lead Faelyn to his bed. She glared at it and him, nervous as a mouse, as she'd never slept in someone else's bed, romantically, or otherwise. She tied the brachete in the back and pulled the skirt on over her shorts, then threw the shorts a short ways away. Emden was sitting up waiting for her to lie down. She looked around confused. There were no blankets, shit she was going to freeze. She lay down and stiffened when he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close. She trembled, and turned her head away from Emden, absolutely terrified of being this close to him, with so little clothes on. Legally he had complete power over her though because she was human and he was dragon.

Emden could sense her fear and understood now why a friend of his had told him humans are uncomfortable with touch. Faelyn was terrified of this intimate touch, though honestly it scared him a bit too. He had slept around with plenty of females but not with a corshet, a possible mate or with an appointed sychen. Sychens were made for sleeping with. Males could choose one along with his mate, or none at all giving his mate another handmaiden.

Emden intertwined his legs with Faelyn's, her legs almost freezing to touch. She warmed up bit by bit but refused to stop shaking. He eventually rolled them over so his body was on hers, but kept his weight off with his arms planted on either side of her head. She gasped, and closed her eyes a moment before opening them.

E: Could you please stop shivering?

F: I can't help but tremble when I'm scared! You've never been in bed with your kidnapper, who happened to be the first person you'd ever lain in bed with ever in your entire life!

E: Yes. But we are simply lying here for rest. You are my corshet, and I am tired. Could we please sleep?

Faelyn rolled over, trying to break contact, but he rolled over too, pulling her back into their embrace. She sighed, and breathed smoothly until she calmed down, then fell asleep. Emden enjoyed watching her slowly fall to sleep. She was quite beautiful, and he momentarily imagined her as his mate. Her fire matched his and she seemed braver than the others. She didn't seem afraid of him personally either.

After having morning meal with Faelyn Emden decided that he would go and hunt down Lily, a black haired Asian, currently at a learning school, who was a designer. Emden shook his thoughts on tomorrow, and drew Faelyn close as his thoughts became dreams, and his eyes became closed.