Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter nine
Francis had never had such a thrilling experience.
(Apart from sex which he was hoping to have with this man… er… dragon later.)
The red head just swept him up into his arms like he was nothing more than a simple paper doll. He gasped with shock and exhilaration as he felt the cold air rush around him, dropping his torch. The two head up vertically, quickly passing the tree line and after 15 minutes entering the lowest cloud line.
The air was slightly thinner up here so the nobleman had some difficulty breathing while the dragon didn't even seem to notice. The blonde eventually found that slow, deep, even breaths helped.
The moon was brighter up here.
He had closed his eye in fear at first. This was far the highest he had ever gone and he doubted any human had ever reached this height before as well. Dragons were rare and solitary, unlikely to even consider giving a ride to a human.
After a few minutes, he risked opening his eyes and regretted it instantly.
He screamed loudly.
In his opinion, they were too high.
Trees looked like grass from up here.
Everything was too far away.
It was terrifying.
Frightening.
Horrifying.
Scary.
"Can we go lower?"
"Lower?"
"Oui!"
"We are low."
"Lower then!"
The dragon shrugged slightly but did indeed fly lower. It was easy to breathe again and he felt safer. After he got over his fear, he began to marvel at the strange new world he was in. It was beautiful.
The moon was brighter and the stars were brighter and unmarred. The small, waning moon was unhindered here so its weak light spread everywhere easily. The world seemed dazzling up here, like it was glowing proudly, far above the dirt.
He stared around his in wonder at the miracle of this unique sky world. He could feel the freezing air on one half of his body but the burning heat from the dragon's chest kept him warm and stopped him from shivering.
He wondered briefly to where they were going when the dark green forests ended and fields began.
They were over farming land now.
They suddenly dropped drastically and the blonde gasped in fear and horror at the imminent splat.
He soon found them travelling at high speeds, only a few feet above the earth horizontally. The man quickly slowed down when another field came into sight. It had things grazing in it.
Cows.
He was hunting for food for them both.
At least that meant that the French man wasn't going to end up as a snack.
They stopped on the edge of it. Here on the ground, he couldn't see much again. Without the trees though, some moonlight did reach him. He could see the silhouettes of everything but not any detail or distinct shapes.
The red head released him suddenly. He heard the ripping of cloth, a low rumble sound and the cows suddenly standing up and moving away quickly in fear. There was a sudden whoosh as he felt the man fly up again. The wings felt bigger though, judging by the larger amount of wind produced.
Francis waited alone and nervously in the night for the man to return. After what felt like an eternity, but what was really 5 minutes, a thunk was heard followed by ripping and tearing. The nobleman squeaked in fear.
Suddenly though a fire appeared.
The scene was a shock.
A whole tree was pulled out of the ground and torn to shreds and set ablaze in a massive bonfire. The blonde stared at the makeshift fire, thinking that its size was a bit extreme for cooking food for only two people. He turned to the red head to express his opinion, expecting to see a proud, smirking man, but screaming when he saw a huge scaly creature.
The thing was sitting back on it haunches, staring attentively at him, in all its glory. The fire reflected a deep ruby colour in its scales, highlighting the beautiful crimson to its brightest. The light bounced off of the shining onyx horns on his head. The monster gave a low rumbling laugh in amusement, like it found the man's terror funny.
"I-Iain?"
The dragon nodded, apparently not able to speak in this form. The bonfire lit up most of the field. The cows looked terrified of the red dragon. Iain soon left Francis by the fire again, to 'collect' some of the cows to eat.
He swooped down on the running creatures, plucking them away like daisies. Francis could hear the startled moos before they became silent. He never actually saw the event as it was just in the outer regions of the light that the deed happened.
Each time, the dragon returned with a dead cow which he placed near the fire. Soon he had four of the grazers ready to eat. The dragon removed one from his pile and prodded it closer to the Frenchman. Francis looked at it in disgust.
"Tu don't expect me to just it like this?" The beast tilted its head to the side in question like it was confused. "How do tu eat ton food then?"
The creature lowered its muzzle to the closest cow and clamped it jaws around its leg. It snapped the entire leg away from the animal and tossed it into the air. It opened its mouth and caught it easily, swallowing it whole. It looked back to the blonde who was a pale green.
Francis had not been prepared to see the bone snap, the blood gush or the flesh rip like that…
"Tu eat it RAW? Without ze chewing?" It nodded then shrugged slightly, before pulling off another leg. It breathed fire over it until the thing was black in a layer of charcoal. The dragon then ate it again, this time chewing it. The bone and burnt flesh crunched loudly in his fangs and Francis cringed at the sound.
It was just as bad as the first time around…
It seemed dragons could eat their food in most ways.
"Humans, particularly moi, cannot simply eat their food like this! How does ton frère eat?" It shrugged clearly never paying attention to the prince's eating habits. It probably just got whatever the man requested to eat and never thought about it.
"Well… Do not worry. I 'ave experience in ze kitchen and can surely prepare zomething from zis mezz. After all, I am French. Ohonhonhonhonho~"
The man approached the cow before realising he didn't have a kitchen or anyway to prepare his food.
"Pardon moi, Iain." The dragons looked up from its meal on the second cow. It had been eating its abdominal area and had his muzzle and snout coated in blood from dipping its mouth into the farm animal's stomach in order to reach it soft, warm guts.
They were his favourite parts to eat, without having any bones to get in the way. Though he ate most of the bones anyway…
The nobleman retched mentally at the sight, gagging slightly. "C-could help moi prepare ze meat?... I do not 'ave ze knife to cut…."
After carefully directing the culinary-clueless dragon how to prepare meat, using his claws like knifes, to be cook and eaten by humans, the Frenchman began cooking it. He had found rosemary and other small herbs growing in parts of the field so it was well-seasoned.
He had only required a couple of steaks so the red scaled dragon had gotten to eat an extra cow. He was currently using a long forked tongue to wipe blood from his nose and lips. He looked content, lying so part of his body was in the bonfire in the heart of the flames. It had died down considerably since it was made but the centre was still strong.
Francis was staring at the tongue curiously, wondering if the human version had such a long tongue.
It would be convenient for… something perverted….
It tongue flicked slightly over the last spot of blood before the dragon sighed. It sounded decidedly lonely but happy in the moment.
Nostalgic.
"Iain."
The dragon looked up in surprise. Francis stared at the emeralds, quickly realising that these brightly, glow green irises were the same as his human form. His breath was caught for a moment in the memorising eyes before he finally asked the question that had been puzzling him for a long time.
"Why did tu lock ze prince in ze tower?" "The beast opened its mouth to speak but only a low growling noise came.
The blonde nearly laughed.
Iain the 'fearsome' dragon looked like he was almost pouting about his inability to speak.
"If tu can not zpeak, tu can change back, right?" He suggested lightly. The dragon tilted its head slightly. He looked reluctant now. It was strange how the lizard had all the facial expression and emotions as a human face would have.
"What iz ze matter?" The dragon gestured to something on the ground. It was just torn cloth.
"Oh!" The French man turned back to the dragon. "Tu don't 'ave any clothes because ton clothes were destroyed when you change?" The dragon nodded. Francis smirked slightly perversely but Iain just rolled his eyes.
He scratched his claw into the ground. It seemed like he was writing.
M-O-N-S-T-E-R
"Monster?"
It nodded.
"Tu are a monster?"
It shook it head annoyed, flickering its tongue.
It brushed its tail in a circle in thought before scratching something else into the ground. It was a circle with a couple of symbols in it. Francis stared in wonder at the markings, looking only at Iain to see him bit into his arm hard.
Blood flowed from the teeth marks which were deep. The crimson liquid dripped freely from the wound, falling onto the circle. The circle glowed a dark red.
The nobleman had heard of dragons being very magical and their blood being used in most spells.
The red glowing eventually turned a pale sky blue. The dragon touched its nose to the glowing soil before leaning across the circle to the blonde.
The blonde felt his arm lift without thinking and placed it on the nose. The dragon made a small noise.
Francis suddenly felt himself fall forward into the dragon, like he was being dragged.
He closed his eyes in fear and screamed again.
(A/N – Warning! Sappy and heart breaking back story is imminent! You have been warned….
For a fairy tale based story – it's actually kinda dark and slightly too realistic and descriptive… I shouldn't become a children's writer. They would just end up crying.
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