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The Dragon's Slave -
Chapter 2
The Cloud Castle
Dean awoke to a blue world. Initially he thought he was enclosed in some kind of basket. Then he remembered the dragon. He was still naked but warm and sleeping in a skin nest made up of the dragon's curled tale and warm chest. A wing was Dean's blanket and another wing was his roof. He studied them.
In the sunlight the blue wings were gorgeous. The blue was so deep, so rich, it tinted the entire world. Scattered over the wings were "eyes", places where the sun came though stronger. The feathers thinned and glistened, gilded in silver and made up of colors from purple to green and everything in between. The markings were complex and, Dean thought, looked like they were trying to convey a message.
He reached up and touched the dragon's glittering belly. He found crystals littering the dragon's flesh; clear quartz, amethyst, chalcedony and jasper. When he scratched at the crystals they broke off, exposing the dragon's scales and scattering on the floor. He swiped a hand through a cluster and the dragon purred. Going back over the cleared flesh, he rubbed the scales where the crystals had been and the purring grew louder.
"Gross, friend," Dean snorted. "You grow these crystals and want me to peel them off for you. Is that the idea? Well, wait a minute and I'll help you out. Got to go do something first."
He stood and pushed his way out of the wings. The dragon pulled back and watched Dean walk over to the edge of the platform, grab his dick and piss all over the landscape. He gave it a shake and turned to walk back. On the way he passed the sacrificial stone spire and decided he had something left so he pissed all over the place where he had been hung out as meat.
Dean's ears were assaulted by a loud hooting noise that sounded like a really big goose hacking something up. He looked at the dragon.
"Don't tell me that's your laugh." Dean frowned at the dragon. It was shaking and hooting. "That is really annoying. Stop it"
The dragon stood up and spread out his wings. This put his head, with all those nice sharp teeth, a couple of feet above Dean's head. When the creature stood and straighten it was about twelve feet tall.
"Holy hell!" Dean had forgotten just how big this creature was. Standing up it was really clear that it was male, aggressively male. The wings spread from one side of the platform to the other, rubbing the walls.
It lowered its head again to look Dean directly in the eye. A low growl replaced the hooting.
"Sorry," Dean retreated. "Didn't mean to insult you but that's not exactly a musical laugh you've got there."
The dragon flicked a wing and knocked Dean back on his ass. Once again his skin met rock. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. "What is it with everyone knocking me down? I'm getting tired of bouncing off rock."
Still muttering Dean felt the tip of a wing slide under his legs and push. Apparently the dragon wanted him to climb on. Looking not to get stomped by a twelve foot tall lizard, Dean obeyed and pulled his way up on to the creature's back.
Sitting between the wings like he was on a horse Dean found a soft line of chocolate brown feathers on the dragon's back. They started at the creatures head and made a swath all the way to the base of the tail. Dean grabbed handfuls and held on. He thought he knew where this was going.
The dragon shook once to make sure that Dean was holding tight and took few long strides and launched them off the sacrificial platform.
Dean froze on the back of the beast. He was paralyzed with fright. He absolutely hated heights and this was some height. It looked like the clouds were closer than the ground. He could see all the way down the side of the mountain. The winding trail that he had been dragged up yesterday snaked over the mountainside all the way back to that filthy village. He leaned forward and hollered into the dragon's ear, which flicked back at the sound of his voice.
"I don't suppose, you know, just for fun, you'd like to dive over that village and scare the crap out of them for me? There's a little stone shed down there I'd love for you to sit on."
The hooting sound started up again and Dean could feel the laugh vibrating between his legs. Smoothly the dragon tilted to the right and circled back down toward the village. Dean could see little tiny people running out of the buildings like ants scattering. The closer they got the more agitated the people appeared.
The wind rustled the dragon's feathers and pimpled Dean's skin. By the time the dragon's shadow was falling on the village houses Dean could see the people gathered around one man and pushing him forward. Dean was pleased to see that it was Barbizon.
He really hoped the old bastard was shitting himself. This was payback for that staff to Dean's head.
Dean sat up against the wind so that Barbizon could clearly see who was riding the dragon's back. The old man raised his hands to the passing God and shook his staff. Dean had no idea what Barbizon was shouting. The wind was much too strong for niceties like that.
The dragon circled then settled on top of the stone shed that had been Dean's prison. The beast knew exactly what Dean wanted. Once the talons were hooked into the roof the dragon stood and flapped his immense wings. Dean took a minute to catch a deep breath.
When they lifted off the shed roof came with them, clutched in the dragon's talons. Dean looked back to see the walls of the shed crash down. Clouds of dust floated up and became shredded banners on the wind.
All the villagers were running with Barbizon at the tail of the pack, waving his staff at the dragon. Dean's feathered playmate dropped the remnants of the shed roof behind the crowd, missing the old man by a hair's breathe. Dean saw Barbizon fall on his bony old man's ass.
"Welcome to my world." Dean shouted and laughed, pounding on the dragons back in his excitement.
The dragon's hooting laugh vibrated again under Dean's seat. The beast turned back toward the mountains and began to climb into the sky.
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They flew up and up until Dean could no longer see details on the mountain's face and then they flew even higher. He was getting very cold and was grateful when they landed on a ledge cut into a sheer cliff face on the highest peak of the mountain range. The ledge lead to a tunnel and the dragon's talons clicked and skittered on the granite floor.
As they got further into the tunnel, torches appeared in sconces on the walls, throwing a flickering light into the shadows. The appearance of the torches reminded Dean that he had felt hands on his body last night when he was rescued. He also had a vague memory of seeing a man's legs wrapped in blue fabric. There was obviously more to this dragon than met the eye if it could manipulate materials to produce such things as torches.
He heard voices approaching and looking ahead he could see moving lights. Out of the darkness appeared a man and woman. "Welcome back, Lord Leumas," the woman cried out.
Raising his torch higher, the man asked "And who did you bring with you, Lord?" The light revealed him to be a stocky, middle-aged man with dark hair. "Looks like another rescue, I bet." Waving the torch about, the man continued. "Naked and slashed. Looks like Barbizon is still on the job, lying to the villagers and consolidating his power." The man grumbled and turned back the way he had come.
The oddly assorted group moved on down the tunnel until they came to an open doorway, pouring light out into the hall, warm and inviting.
The dragon extended a wing to the floor and twitched against Dean's body. Taking it as an order to get off, Dean slid down the wing to the floor. He turn to the doorway, placed a hand on each side of the opening, and peered in to see what looked like a forge with two bulky men in leather aprons moving about.
Impatiently the dragon pushed on Dean's back with his wing, trying to get him into the room. When Dean didn't move the push was followed up by a smack to his ass with the dragon's tail. He stumbled forward and landed on a stone floor, again. He was beginning to think that stone floors were his current fate and stayed down.
The two men turned to see who had just fallen into their room, revealing themselves to be not just bulky but big, really big. They were either twins or, at least, brothers. They also reminded Dean of the guard who had given up his horse to Dean on that nightmare hike up the mountain.
"Well, look what we've got here, Mardon." said the closest one. "Looks like a new toy for the Lord." He came closer and lifted up Dean's face by his chin to look into his eyes. "Well, he's pretty enough."
"Beldaire, leave him alone." the other man answered. "If he is more than just a rescue Lord Leumas is not going to be happy if you mess around with him."
"How's he going to find out?" Beldaire asked. "You going to tell the Lord?" He picked Dean up and pushed him into the nearest wall, his hands actively fondling flesh.
Dean wriggled like a moth pinned to a board but he wasn't able to stop those hands. Dean yelped at a particularly vicious pinch and the sound echoed. It was answered by the roar of a dragon. The roar bounced off the walls and shook Dean's attacker into letting Dean go. He slid down the wall and sat crouched and curled on the floor. Oh, yes, the floor was his new best friend.
The woman who had greeted them on arrival appeared in the doorway. "Beldaire, the Lord wants you to know that our new friend here is under the Lord's projection and any marks or bruises are going to be matched on your hide."
"Yes, Mistress," Beldaire answered and cowered under her eye. "He's fine, no damage, I promise."
She looked at Dean on the floor. "I'm not going to ask what he's doing down there."
Beldaire grabbed Dean by an arm and lifted him off the floor. "See, he's fine. " Beldaire turned to Dean. "That's right isn't it? No harm done."
Den thought he would keep the rapidly darkening bruise on the inside of his thigh to himself. He certainly wasn't going to exhibit it to this woman.
"Mardon," she barked. "Here is a list of the items the Lord wants him to have. You get this together while I get him bathed and gather his clothes." She handed the list over.
"You come with me. " She beckoned Dean over. "What's your name?"
"Dean," he answered.
"I am Delia , Mistress of Slaves." she said. "You will answer to me for any infraction of the Lord's orders. I am in charge of discipline in this castle and I take my job seriously so if you want to keep your pretty flesh unblemished I suggest you do exactly what I say and no arguing. Come, we're going to get you clean."
She lead him to a room with a large stone tub that two younger women were filling with warm water. He modestly held his hands over his genitals until they left then turned and waited for Delia to leave also.
In response she grabbed an arm and pushed him along to the tub.
"Go on, you've been parading around naked in front of me for what, the past hour? Don't get all shy on me now. Get in that tub and scrub yourself clean. After you're done you better pass inspection or I'll scrub you myself. " She turned and found him a cloth and some soap and shampoo. "I'm going to go get you your new clothes. Be good, don't wander off and get clean. You're going to spend the night in the Lord's bed chamber. He likes his companions clean."
She left and closed the door behind her. Dean slid into the water and for the first time inspected his new scars.
Evidently the dragon's tongue had healing properties because the cuts on his thighs had scabbed over and healed. Now all that was left were long, thin pale scars. He wondered what was on his chest. Looking around he saw there was a mirror in the room and he was determined to have a look.
Mindful of Delia's orders not to wander around, he got out of the tub and padded over to the mirror. There was a scar on his chest, a large lazy eight, lying completely on its side. Now that he knew he scampered back to the tub before he got caught and made a thorough job of getting clean. He had no intension of giving Delia any reason to want to repeat the job.
She returned shortly after he got out of the cooling water and toweled himself off. The clothes consisted of nice warm black socks, smoothly draped black pants and a fur lined cape.
He looked at her and asked, " No shoes or boots and no shirt?"
She answered, "This is what Lord Leumas ordered and this is what you get. The rest you have to earn and he'll let you know when you've earned them. Be respectful and don't argue. Come on, back to the forge."
He got dressed and followed her.
Back at the forge the brothers had him sit in a chair while one fastened a silver shackle around an ankle and the other brother put a silver collar around his neck. Using insulating material to keep him from getting burned, both items were welded closed. When he bent to look at the ankle shackle he saw it was etched with his name. Fingers told him that there was itching on the collar too.
A brother ran a silver chain through an eyelet on the front of the collar to bracelets on each wrist.
When they were done he stood and looked amazing. The black pants flowed from his waist down to end in folds against his feet. The silver glowed on his naked chest. He was beauty bound in chains.
Delia held out a hand. "Come with me." Outside the room she covered him with the fur lined cape and then led him deeper into the heart of the castle. Finally they ended in front of a pair of heavily carved dark wooden doors. She opened one side and pushed him into the room pulling the cape off as he passed.
He found himself in a bed chamber fit for a dragon. Jewels gleamed from every surface, even the floor. On the other side of the space, beside a huge crystal window the dragon lay in bed. Even from the distance he could hear it purr.
The dragon, Lord Leumas, he corrected in his head, tapped the bed with a wing, a clear indication of what he wanted Dean to do. Dean crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Warm dragon breath washed over his neck and back. He waited for Lord Leumas' next move.