Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter twenty two
Iain had slept for most of the journey; sleeping and healing. Dragon healed very quickly, especially if they are resting.
He didn't want to sleep though.
There was a sleeping charm placed on him after he refused to calm down. When the chains started cutting him, that was when the trader grew fed up.
When he opened his eyes again, he didn't know how long he had been in that place or where this place was now. The tall man was no longer here.
He felt the caravan rumble loudly as it moved along rough, rocky ground. The air smelt foreign and strange. He could smell granite, moss, strange flowers and the cool higher up air. Maybe they were on a hill or up a mountain?
He already missed the damp, warm smelling forest where the wagon moved nearly soundlessly over the fresh, crisp grass.
Here, it was too loud for his senses.
He cringed when one of the wheels hit a big bump, making the whole place shake and groan noisily.
He tensed when he heard a door open. His emerald slit eyes glared at a nervous brunette. He held a bucket and cloth. The brunette turned and yelled out of the door.
"Uh… M-mister Ivan!... T-the d-d-d-dragon is awake, sir!" The tall man appeared.
"Ah. It seems our little house guest has woken. It does not matter, da. We are actually at the entrance to the bazaar." The dragon's eyes widened.
He did remember that Ivan mentioned the value of live dragons and wondering about his price earlier.
He tried moving again, pulling at the chains violently. Though, he still was completely unable to even twitch. The Russian chuckled at his attempts before turning to the brunette.
"His wounds should be gone by now. Clean up the blood well Toris. We want him nice and shiny to present to the market, da?"
Toris nodded stiffly, staring in open fear of the huge beast and Ivan.
He approached Iain with the cloth and began to wipe at the scales. He made circle motions with the damp cloth, cleaning the flaking dry blackened blood away. The fact that the blood had blackened so much meant he had been asleep for a couple of days at least.
The actual motion of the cloth was soothing after the hard, cold, ruthless steel chains, though he remained tense and on guard. He wondered momentarily if his scales were hardened like steel again.
The thought disappeared, replaced by a sudden subdued purr.
The soft cloth was massaging just behind his sensitive ears. The action just felt so good that his whole body jus went lax.
Toris stopped in surprise. He looked up to his master.
"Don't worry. Dragons each have a couple of highly sensitive areas. This one must be behind his ears. Interesting… I wonder where else? Continue."
Toris continued. He felt more at ease when the dragon's body was slack and his eyes half-lidded. The dragon purred louder when he wiped at the base of the wings, where they joined his body.
Another sensitive area, Ivan noted.
They were the only places that made the dragon react.
"So your ears and wing bases are your sensitive area, da?" Ivan ran his fingers behind the ears and he felt the creature shiver beneath him. The purrs were loud now and rippled through his body, despite the chains clamping his mouth close and stilling every twitch that his body could make.
The scales warmed slightly under his light touch. The dragon's entire body was limp as if he was at peace under the blissful touch. This could be helpful, he thought.
Once the blood was gone, the rubbing and cleaning stopped though.
The pleasure faded and soon he was glaring at the Russian again.
The brunette hurried out of the door before anymore instructions could be given.
A few minutes later another man appeared though he was a lot younger. Probably only 14.
"I-I-Ivan… W-w-we are h-h-here…" He mumbled while shaking uncontrollably. The Russian beamed.
"Good." He turned to the boy. "First we shall need a collar for our 'pet' if he is to be accepted."
He nodded as if agreeing but it was more of a quiver. The two left and he was left alone again, glaring into the darkness of the empty room.
(A/N – Ah, it continues. And continues. And continues. Some one-shot. Oh well.
Not an amazing important chapter but try to remember it.
The next chapter has the appearance of a 'awesome' character and his younger mature brother.
Should give you a hint to who they are right?
REVIEW.)