My laptop isn't really fixed, but it cooperated enough that I got this chapter done.
Real quick, I am going to keep referring to Kimi as Lan-Ying as long as she doesn't have her memories.
When Chase had left Lan-Ying's side during the evening, he had faith she could handle herself just fine. He kept a firm eye on Wuya and Hannibal just in case, but when he saw that she kept company with the vain fish girl, he chose to absorb himself in the conversation with other Heylins.
It was not until the night had turned cold and the guest started to wane in their energy that Chase decided to find his mate and make good on his promise to wear her out until sunrise.
Upon discovering that she had left the ballroom a while ago, he began to wonder what she had gotten herself up to. He had a nagging fear that if he left her alone for too long, she would manage to cause herself, and by extension him, trouble.
The trouble he expected to find outside on his balcony was not a completely nude, human Kimiko wrapped in the arms of a half-dressed Jack Spicer.
His first instinct was to slaughter the human boy until his blood lust was satisfied, than wrapped the human girl (Kimiko or Lan-Ying?) in his arms and demand answers.
Fortunately, he was able to control his urges and whisk the three of them into the privacy his bedroom afforded.
With a gentleness he did not know he possessed, he lowered his mate to their bed while petting her hair, a movement that caused the female to open her eyes.
Chase took a sharp breath at the sight of the same eyes he had peered into right before the party. Her facial expression was disoriented and hazy, but she clearly recognized him as her master and lover, not her enemy and for that he was more than glad for.
Her consciousness did not last very long, and the strain of her change overtook her once more and caused her to fall back into the bed.
With careful movements, he brought a blanket over her form, shielding her from both the cool night air and the peering eyes of the other human in the room.
Once he was confident she would not waken again any time soon, he returned his attention to Jack.
The boy was obviously scared and confused and those two emotions could lead him to do something stupid.
Chase could kill him quickly and quietly, before the boy would even see it coming. It was instant situation, but messy, and lead to questions and cover-ups.
Creating a web of lies to mask the truth would be difficult, but not impossible. Still, there were other options to explore.
Gesturing to the boy to follow him outside the room, Chase led him down a hallway, the silence heavy between them.
Finally, they reached a small, dark room that was be-spelled to prevent any noise from getting in or out. Chase used it for both meditating and discussing private matters.
" Sit." he commanded, gesturing to the chair placed in the middle of the room.
The boy moved quickly, plopping down in his rush.
Chase examined him, walking around like a lion circling its prey.
" Mr. Spicer. It seems that you have become privy to a secret of my palace," He began.
As he expect, Jack could not stay in shock for long. Chase could pit point the moment the situation sunk in.
" Chase! W-what is going on? Is that Kimiko, the Xiaolin? She has been missing for so long! Or wait; is it some magic power Lan-Ying has? Is she okay?" he said in a hurry.
Chase paused his circling to stand in front of the yelling boy-genius. He was suddenly reminded that, while Jack considered himself evil and was a member of the Heylin alliance, he had a soft side for females, especially the dragon of fire.
Pushing his annoyance down, Chase fixed him with a stare to silence him.
" Lan-Ying and Kimiko are indeed one in the same. However, a very powerful and dangerous Shen Gong Wu has influenced her. She retains no memories before her time in this palace, and is presently being used to strengthen the Heylin side. And I brought you here to . . . request that you insure it is kept that way."
Jack quirked his head like a confused dog.
" What do you mean?"
" All I ask of you is that once Lan-Ying wakes from her slumber, you act as you had before. She is still my apprentice and my mate and if she were to discover the truth, it could cause effects to her that would break or even kill her. And that, " Chase leaned close, baring sharp fangs at the boy and making him cower, " would cause problem for me and anyone who dared hurt her."
" You must tell no one. Not Wuya, not your robots, not even your grandmother"
Moving back, the Heylin emperor began to head to the exit, content that Jack's fear and respect of him would overpower his big mouth and curious nature.
He vaguely heard the boy murmur, " I am so dead" and made a mental note to keep eyes on the boy from then on. For now, he had guests to dismiss and a mate to watch over.
The first stirrings of Lan-Ying came in the form of a shaky groan and a twitch of the fingers.
As awareness returned to her, the first thing she felt was cold. Very cold.
Reacting by instinct, she moved to tug the blanket closer to her to protect herself from the cool breeze.
Her body ached from the movement, but the real pain came from her pounding skull. Lan-Ying reached her hand upwards to press it against her forehead, massaging with her fingers.
It helped the pain a little and she burrowed further into bed, hoping to sleep more.
Suddenly, she shot up (which did not help her headache) and looked down.
With a sense of disbelief, she watched as the delicate human hands before her flexed and moved at her command.
Using said hands, she moved towards her slender arms, to shoulders and then her neck, which was covered in the long black hair stemming from her head.
Her face was next; moving her nailed over high cheeks, smooth lips and a small nose.
It was unbelievable.
Despite every muscle in her new body protesting her movement, she gently lowered herself to the floor. With two feet firmly planted on the ground, she shifted all her weight to her shaky legs; and immediately found herself collapsing onto the floor.
Letting out a few choice words that she heard Jor say (and was told not to repeat in polite company) she moved to brace herself on all fours, a familiar but at the same time odd position.
The sound of her struggle must have alerted the cats that were stationed outside her room; because she saw shadows move from underneath the door and heard the scampering of claws run down the hall.
Knowing that Chase was likely on his way, she put all her concentration into getting back onto the bed.
It was only then, with two arms placed on the bed while her legs were folded underneath her, that she noticed why she was still so cold.
While in her dragon form, her high internal body temperature and thick scaly skin kept her warm.
Now, she was bare to the elements, save for the parts that her long hair covered.
Waiting for the inevitable entrance of the emperor, she took the time to look at her form.
Having only seen Chases' bare form as refernce, she took notice that, while the essential parts were the same, she was far more slender and shorter. She was not ignorant to the differences between females and males, but while her more delicate parts were well hidden within her scaled body, this form left them for all eyes to see.
She felt to need to explore more.
And so, that is how Chase Young came to find her, sitting on the floor with her breasts in her hands, thoroughly engrossed in them.
Looking up at the sound of his entrance, she looked up and, for lack of a better reaction, smiled.
Of all the sights Chase had seen in his very long life, this was the one that had given him pause.
When he had been alerted to Lan-Ying's awakening, he rushed from his dining room to see her.
It had been two days and he was almost (dare he believe it?) worried that she would not be waking up.
However, nothing could prepare him to open the door to his room to find his now-human mate touching her body in such an intimate way.
The more primal part of him wanted to lock the door and show her the proper way to handle herself, especially since he had been without her for what felt like years.
Yet, it was his more human part that won out and moved to help her onto her feet.
" How are you? Are you feeling ill?" he asked hesitantly.
The female braced her arms upon his shoulders and stood against him until she felt herself become stable.
" I am well. Very confused, but besides some aches and pains, nothing to worry over," she responded, before looking up at him with those familiar blue eyes.
" Chase, what happened, why am I human?" she asked, leaning toward him.
The man wanted to respond, but was becoming distracted at the feel of her warm, soft body against his.
He moved to sit her down on the bed, before grabbing the robe he positioned on a nearby table and placed it on her until she was clothed.
" It would appear that whatever magic that caused your memory laps has reacted within you and caused a form shift. You have been sleeping for two days," he said, not exactly lying.
Lan-Ying looked excited.
" Does that mean my memories will come back? Will I remain human?"
Chase placed a hand on the back of her head and stroked her in a similar way as when she was a dragon.
" We shall see about your memories, little dragon. But your form should remain the same in the foreseeable future."
The black-haired girl nodded and a hush fell over both of them.
The Heylin emperor fell backwards onto the bed and closed his eyes, the stress of the past two days finally overtaking him.
After going back down to his guests, he made excuses for Lan-Ying, saying that she was tired from a combination of harsh training and her first social gathering, and lingered for an hour more before ending the event and dismissing his guests.
He then spent his time with Lan-Ying, watching over her and making sure that the power of the Fang did not drain her. It was only until Mao came back from his assignment that he entrusted her care to him and left to oversee his affairs and feed himself.
Now that she was awake and her condition was stable, he could calm his mind and rest.
Of course, that was difficult to do when a gorgeous woman, whom he had been lusting after for a long while, was climbing atop of his body and giving a smile that declared her intention to devour him whole.
" It just occurred to me that we haven't mated in a few days. You must be tense," she said coyly, already beginning to remove his armor.
" You need rest, not vigorous physical activity" he responded half-heartily, his body already reacting positively to her hips sliding against his.
"What I need is to try out this body to make sure it is as compatible as the other" she replied, scrapping her nails down his now-bare chest.
With inhuman speed, Chase flipped Lan-Ying onto her back, pinning her hands above her head, to her displeasure.
" I am sure it is, but the fact still remains that you-"
His speech was cut short when the female had wrapped her legs around his waist and thrusted her hips to meet his now straining groin.
Screwing his eyes shut, he gripped her wrists a little harder to avoid letting out the groan that was trying to claw its way out of his throat.
A task that was proving difficult as she continued her movements ever so slowly.
Chase re-opened his eyes to meet the knowing smirk of his mate.
Leaning down to hover inches above her waiting lips, he growled
" You play with fire, dear girl."
She chuckled lowly, raising her lips to meet his in a desperate kiss.
Tongues and teeth fought for dominance, before they pulled away, both out of breath.
Lan-Ying moved herself forward, nuzzling his neck before leaning close to his ear.
" Burn me, Chase."
His resolve snapped.
Lan-Ying knew very little about human mating habits. She knew plenty about dragons from personal experience, but only because Chase was a grand teacher, both outside and inside the bedroom.
When Wuya gave her little speech about not being enough, she had been curious. After all, what could human mating given Chase that dragon mating couldn't?
So, a short trip to the grand library left the female standing over the few scrolls and books she could find on the subject.
Most were just about the act of procreation, but right before she gave up, having learned the basics, she found herself engrossed in, what the cover declared itself as, a passionate, erotic journey.
She was not sure how exactly the book got into Chase's library, but at the current moment, she was extremely grateful for it.
With every movement she made, she saw Chase grow from rational emperor to hazy lust-filled beast.
It was magnificent.
However, all thought left her head when the man pulled his gloves off with his teeth, leaving him in only his silken pants.
Using the newly ungloved hands, the man maintained eye contact, while moving down her body.
He pulled the rope from her robe, allowing it to fall from her form and once more exposing her to the cool air.
Continuing his path, Lan-Ying could not even make a noise when he reached her wet center.
He made no movement to continue, however, instead hovering just above, but not touching.
The woman made a strangled groan, thrusting upwards.
" What is it you want?" he whispered, his eyes glowing in the dark room.
She looked at him, her eyes clouded over.
" I . . . I don't know. I want more."
Chase smirked.
" More what?"
She sunk her still sharp nails into his shoulders.
" More of you."
That was apparently the right answer, as it caused him to glide two fingers into her very core and her spine to go rigid in pleasure.
Scratching him down his back, she could only communicate in a series of groans and gasps, but Chase seemed to understand as he moved harder and faster at her pleas.
She thought she had reached the tip of pleasure, when something wet, rough and long joined his fingered.
Chase had moved to between her legs without her notice and was now looking at her with that burning golden stare while he licked and nibbled at her.
Lan-Ying felt like her very insides were being squeezed and the moment when Chase took her sensitive bud into his mouth, the constricting hold burst and she melted into him like she never had before.
If mating with Chase when he was a dragon was a passionate spar, then this was like a hot-blooded dance that ending with her entire being collapsing.
Dreamily remembering the parts of the book she had read, she looked down to see Chase straining out of his pants.
She apparently had surprised him when she reached down, slowly lowering his pants and gently taking his erection into her hand.
She teased the head with her thumb and stroked gently, listening to the man above's breathing become shallow.
She was feeling quite proud of herself, able to give him pleasure even when her head was still foggy from her lingering orgasm, when Chase pulled her hand away.
She looked almost hurt, like she had done something wrong, when he proceeded to bite her neck lightly.
" Calm yourself, dear girl. We still have much to do."
She relaxed in his arms, before smiling at him.
Chase lowered her down into a nest of pillows, stroking her cheek and wrapping her silky hair around his fingers while nibbling his way down her neck, before stopping before her breasts.
Chase softly took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his rough tongue around it briefly, before moving to the other to give it the same treatment.
Lan-Ying would have asked him to stay there forever, and gave a noise of objection as he stopped his movements. However, he ignored her, peppering her skin with kisses and licks as he moved between her legs, spreading them to accommodate his size.
She watched curiously as he took his appendage in hand, stroking it slowly as he gazed down at her.
" You are quite beautiful, Lan-Ying" he said, a certain fondness in his voice.
He did not given her time to respond to the compliment, however, before lowering his hips to meet hers, gradually inserting himself into her welcoming opening.
He paused for a moment, and she was going to object, but the look on his face both confused and frightened her.
At first, he looked perplexed, like something unexpected had happened. Then he looked like he was contemplating his next move, and when he had decided that move, a grin overtook his face, one that was both happy and malicious.
" Chase, what are you doi-"
Her question was cut short when the man thrust forward quickly, so unlike the gentle approach he had been taking, and something within her burst, causing a pain to jolt through her whole body.
A tear escaped her closed eyes, and she wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but at the moment, she was just grateful he had stopped his movements.
A hand on the back of her neck forced her head up and powerful lips were crashed with hers.
The pain still lingered, and when she opened her watering eyes, the man moved away and gave her a sympathetic look.
" Shhh. It will be over soon. It will be much better, just wait." he breathed against her cheek.
When he began to pull out, she objected, but true to his word, the pain did not renew, and the pleasure started to take over.
Before long, both parties were nothing but a mess of moans, growls and sweat.
Lan-Ying met him thrust for thrust and they created a rhythm all their own.
The feeling within her was building once again, and it made her feel like she was going to erupt.
Chase, it appeared, was feeling similar, because his thrusts became animalistic, much like their previous mating.
Together, they fell, clawing at each other, drawing blood and groans.
Chase crumpled onto her, exhausted in a way that she had never seen, even after training.
Lan-Ying appreciated the intimacy of having their bodies together, but they were both sweaty and he was significantly heavy.
She pushed against him, in hopes of moving him away, and in response, he wrapped herself around her and pulled them into a more comfortable position.
Despite having just woken from a two-day sleep, the female sign contently and let herself fall into slumber.
Chase watched his mate rest, her head lying on his chest as she silently breathed.
He had never been so energized during his physical releases.
Maybe it was because he was finally fulfilling his desire to bed the Xiaolin monk, or because he had been denied her company after becoming used to mating everyday.
He also had never given so much consideration to a lover, giving them pleasure before thinking of his own.
Such thoughts reminded him of what exactly had just occurred. For some odd reason, her virginity was never a thought in his head. They had mated many times in dragon form and no resistance was ever met.
However, upon entering her human form, he found a tiny barrier that reminded him that she was, indeed, a monk and had taken a vow of chastity. While in a reptile appearance, it was easy to forget this, but now he had solid proof of her faithfulness to her cause.
By ripping through that barrier, she was breaking her vow and subjecting herself to possible exile by the monks.
It was likely that they would take into consideration that she does not remember her vows, but the reality of her lost chastity would remain.
Yet, that was all under the assumption that she would go back to the Xiaolins. If he had his way (and he usually did), she would remain a Heylin forever.
He paused slightly, but then that voice, that wicked voice, overtook his thoughts.
One thrust it said.
One thrust and she will be yours forever. No more vow to them, her vow to remain by your side will be the only one left, the only one that matters.
He could not stop the grin that emerged at such a thought and with one move, he broke through and claimed her as his own.
In the passion of the moment it was a splendid idea, but he thought that as the heat died down, he would second-guess the decision.
Nevertheless, as he looked down at the woman, sleeping so peacefully and fitting so perfectly against him, he could only pull her closer and whisper to her before drifting off to sleep with her.
Mine . . . . . .
So, clearly, we have now become M-rated. Woo! I hoped this was worth the extra wait and promised there is still a lot more fun and angst to come.
As always, I really appreciate the reviews and everyone who reads this. You guys are the best.
Hope you enjoyed it and see y'all next time.
