Hello my followers/fans! I know it's been a good amount of time since I last updated. Life has a funny way of doing things to make you forget stuff or in my case have a huge lapse in memory that gives you a massive attack in writer's block. But here is something I have had brewing in my head.

This installment is here! And it's a long one! I've got citrus on the brain lately!

Also I think I'm gonna start streaming or set up some kind of Social Media account. Which I did. On Twitter. Check the profile for the link. Its bare bones but there.

Don't forget I also take requests. I haven't quite conquered the nerve yet to write a lemon but I have sooooooo many ideas.

Remember this is un-betaed cause I have no real social skills.

Enjoy!

Claims

SindyxMaly

Rated M

It was a strange thing how it happened. One day she was yelling at the arrogant fool, smashing a snowball into his face after he had called her a skinny, flat, boyish looking thing. The next thing she knew, he had arrived at her domicile entrance, speaking with her aging sire, stating his intentions to court her. It was even stranger that despite the fact her father knew of her dislike of him, he allowed it.

And now here she was in her humanoid, sitting on a blanket on a cliff, overlooking the valley that the Blue Dragonflight decided to call their own. The night was clear of clouds, allowing the stars in the skies to shine brightest, the twisting colors of the exposed leylines shining and reflecting upwards on the clefts in brilliant auroras.

A light breeze blew, causing the silvery blue strands of her long hair to stream behind her having left it to fall naturally causing contrast to the black and blue horns upon her crown. It tickled the tops of her elven ears. At this time they were finally beginning to curl inward instead of sticking out as many dragons her age were like. Crystal blue eyes shifted to the male next to her on the blanket, his hair a darker blue than her own. He was lacking horns, looking very much like one of the high elves that they masqueraded as when trying to blend in. Only those with infinitely more control could master the cloaking, even more so to transform into the elves.

Shifting slightly, she tugs her black fur stole snugger around her shoulders, a small blush staining her high cheeks and pert nose. She was starting to regret listening to her father and dressing in the purple and gold gown. It was too cool, the breeze kept ruffling the ends exposing her slippered feet. The sleeves were long and thicker materialled so at least her arms were still safe. Still his gaze was unnerving, his eyes a kaleidoscope of blues and greens leering into her, his face somewhat blank. Seriously, what was his deal?

"What are you staring at?!" she snapped, her eyes sharp and cutting as she finally broke. " And what the hell kinda stunt are you pulling on my dad? You know we can't stand each other!" Her voice raised slightly at the last few words.

He seemed somewhat chastised after hearing her, his brows furrowing as he looked down to his hand. He seemed to contemplate something before looking back to her and reaching out to grab her wrist and pulling her closer, drawing a gasp from her as she somewhat lands on one of his legs before he twisted them both, her back hitting the ground causing her to become somewhat dazed before his body covered the top half of hers. He had grabbed her other wrist and was now pinning her down, looking down at her inquisitively.

" I am not pulling anything." he answers, his voice deep with a ring of haughtiness. Then again, when was he NOT haughty? "I have full intentions in courting you, Sindragosa. But it seems you are very much unconvinced of this."

"Hard to take anything you say now convincingly. Were you not seriously disparaging my body just the other day? I believe you called me scrawny and boyish!" Her glare had become somewhat harder as she began twisting her wrists to try and break his grasp.

He huffed with a snort, rolling his eyes before clearing his throat, gripping her tighter. He wasn't about to let her escape just yet. "Did you not see who I was with? I couldn't let him know I was attracted to you! He has a habit of trying to tear into the females I happen to set eyes upon. And what I mean is he tries to weed them out by oozing charm and hopping into it." He seemed to shrink slightly with a pout. "You're different and I don't think I could take that happening to you."

She lets out a sarcastic laugh, shifting her legs to try and buck him off with no avail as he simply shifts his lower body over her, now completely covering her. " Let me up! Like I believe you and your-"

"ENOUGH!" A thundering growl travels from the male on top of her down her body from her chest to her toes and she freezes her face falling to concern for her wellbeing. His face burrows into the side of her neck, nuzzling into it before taking a rather rough nip. His voice had gained a gravelly edge to it, his hands tightening once again on her wrist to a level that would most likely end up in bruises. " I don't think you understand." He nipped her again, causing her to gasp, her eyes widening in confusion as a chill ran through her spine, but not of cold. "I have watched you for so long. I never understood why. But having imagining Neltharion, my own brother, even saying anything to you enrages me. Any male in fact with the exception of your family. Your mana calls to mine. It's frightening yet amazing. Watching it crest and swell in your anger, flow like a river in your calm. When you smile and laugh it radiates with a brightness I've never seen."

"Are you attracted to my magic? That's what this is about?" For some reason, this made her chest ache. She never thought of him in any way outside of deference to rank and annoyance when he interacted with her. But it was slowly coming to her that she was upset that it seemed to be his allure to her magic that was causing him to act this way with her now.

"Partly. I also happen to enjoy your wit and candor. You have a terribly stubborn heart but your loyalty is unwavering. And you have the most annoying habit of becoming violent when angry." He chuckled lightly, his tongue slightly rough and moist, caused her to jump and squirm beneath him as he ran it underneath her ear to her neck. Her cheek began flushing again as she turned her head, taking her face away from his as she closed her eyes. The warm feeling had returned, surging up and down her spine and into her belly. Her fingers close lightly before reopening, feeling the need to hold something. "But your eyes glow with your emotions, your smile beguiles me and your skin is soft. Your scent is that of a raging, powerful storm with an undercurrent of orchids. And your mind is something that traps me wholly."

Her brain was quickly becoming fuzzy, as his tongue continued taking swipes to her throat causing her teeth to bury into her bottom lip. Her squirming had finally become more noticeable to the male, causing a rough purring sound to emit from his throat as he shifted, placing his lower body between her thighs, his reaction becoming prominent.

"Maylgos? What are you doing?" The poor girl hadn't a clue. All she knew was that it was beginning to become hotter and more difficult to breath but it felt...Good.

"I'm marking you. So every other male knows we are courting. For now." There was a ring of finality to it before he bit completely down into her shoulder, causing her to shout to the stars above and her body to press up into his.

"You will be mine, Sindragosa. Of this I am sure." he claimed.