The Dragon's Oath: A Dark Fantasy Romance Adventure Read online

  Xoli pulled back her hood and opened her robe. Torches and a lit fireplace filled the room with a soothing orange and yellow light. Shadows played as light touched the elf’s long limbed body, thin hips and shapely breasts. Skin trembled as she placed the empty vial into her robe and shed the warm fabric from her shoulders. The robe puddle around her feet and she took in a deep breath. Body shifting, pale skin turned a shade darker. Scales raced down the outside of her neck, shoulders, arms and legs. Green wings unfurled and stretched outward as the elf’s blonde hair turned an emerald green. Hands took on smooth scales and nails turned black. Horns emerged from her head and curved forward. Breasts swelled and golden hair between her legs fell away to reveal a smooth surface and budding pink line; the sorceress let out a relieved sigh when it was over.

  Dorian turned his attention and a smile drifted across his lips. Nypha stood nude before him, with a small grin on her lips. The thoughts of Xoli faded from his mind as the dragon woman presented herself. He knew it was the sorceress but the fantasy had become his addiction and for a short time, his true reality.

  “My lord, is there any advice I can give on pressing matters?” The faux Nypha said with a cheery and innocent edge.

  Shadows covered Dorian’s eyes as he stepped closer to the dragon, “Perhaps.”

  “If there is anything I can do, please name it,” Nypha smiled.

  The lord stood before the dragon woman, eyes sliding down her smooth neck to her voluptuous breasts and pointed dark green nipples. Hands reached up and touched her scaly hips. A serpent tail slowly slithered back and forth behind her as she gazed on the handsome lord.

  “You already warm my frayed nerves,” Dorian said as he tried to resist his maddening urges.

  “You seem not at ease,” Nypha blinked. “Perhaps I can further warm you?”

  Dorian’s eyes took on a steely gaze, “Do you love me?”

  Nypha nodded, “I love you with all my heart.”

  The lord sank down to his knees, arms wrapping around her waist and pressing the side of his face to her smooth stomach. Nypha’s hand touched Dorian’s hair, fingers gliding through it as his gentle breath warmed against her skin. Time stood still as Dorian stayed on his knees, drunk and taking in the dragon’s scent. It was different, not like when he leaned in close and walked past the real Nypha in the halls. It dispelled the illusion slightly but the words Nypha spoke just a little while ago clamped down on his desires.

  The moment pulling away, the lord let go and stood up, “Undress me.”

  Nypha smiled as her hands reached forward, unbuttoning and pulling at royal clothes. Dorian watched as Nypha worked, taking off his shirt and exposing his strong chest. The dragon woman stood naked but her eyes drank in his strong body. Scaled hands unbuckled his belt as something hard strained against the leggings. A hand grazing the throbbing member underneath caused it to bounce to her touch. Dorian could hardly think straight as he wanted to take hold of the dragon and force her onto bed. The maddening urges cooled as she looked up to him but her finger traced down his veiny cock. Nypha’s other hand pulled down the leggings and the lord’s manhood was free and standing under its own power.

  “My lord is happy to see me,” Nypha smiled.

  “Your lord requires a kiss of loyalty,” Dorian commanded.

  “Of course my lord,” Nypha said as she sank down to her knees.

  Dorian watched as the faux Nypha leaned forward on her knees, fingers wrapping around his member and full lips kissing the end. Tongue sliding out, she licked at the tip like a savory treat and it sent powerful spikes of bliss through the lord. The kissing and licking soon turned to lips closing over the tip and gently sliding down the throbbing shaft.

  The lord let out a warm exhale as inches filled the dragon woman’s mouth. The painful thoughts fell away like dying leaves as the heat in his loins brought order to the inner madness. Head bobbing back and forth, Dorian let his head roll back as pleasure caressed his soul.

  The real Nypha sat on the edge of her bed, across the hall from Dorian’s room. Listening, she heard every word and gentle wet sucking sounds. Heat flared along her body as she listened to Dorian and the sorceress. It was not a secret to her that he did such things. She understood the needs of males of all races. But this time, a pain crawled along her glowing nerves.

  The dragon listened to Dorian’s sharp intakes of breath as the high elf pleasured him. She could almost feel his thoughts, his tongue speaking of the very dragon who was listening in. Nypha remembered previous times when he could barely contain his needs after she would visit. Try as she might to block it out, she could still hear him speaking her name and spilling his seed. The wanting madness consumed him and she tried her best to keep him at arm’s length, failing in secret as she could not bring herself to not listen. He spent years moaning her name but they never shared a bed together. There were thoughts that she could teach him and experiment herself but those were quickly dashed away. She knew as well as he did, if they shared a deeper bond, it would not break.

  Years earlier, Nypha could hear the court sorceress confide in a friend her affections for the human lord. The dragon playfully dropped a hidden idea of how she could achieve her desires. Xoli was quite intelligent and managed to piece it together, never knowing that it was Nypha who left the page open in her spell books for the polymorph potion recipe. The lord had grown so frustrated that Xoli secretly brought it to his attention so he would not be embarrassed. Nypha was delightfully surprised at how quickly he agreed to the idea. Not long after that, the lord and sorceress played their game and Nypha could go back to guarding the lord and his kingdom.

  The dragon in half dragon form continued to sit on the edge of the bed, a wetness blooming between parted thighs and a pit opening in her body. What was once seen as a solution now seemed a sad expression of the heart. Naked, she had shed the robe when she entered her room, waiting and listening for the very act currently taking place.

  Dorian groaned his pleasure as Xoli, disguised as Nypha, took inches along her lips and savored her lord’s cock. Large breasts bounced as she relentlessly suckled his thick member, tongue trying to coax his seed to fill her mouth.

  The lord pressed his hands to the sides of her head, pulling her away from his manhood. It dipped low, slick and wanting but the lord pointed to the large bed. Nypha stood up and sauntered over to the edge before sliding in, tail snaking around behind her. Dorian admired her curves as she turned onto her back, wings spread out and thighs parted. Stepping to the bed, he let his gaze slide over sensual curves and full breasts. The dragon woman gave him a wanting stare, a shimmer of wetness between her pink line.

  The lord wanted nothing more than to plunge his spear into her tight depths but a deeper feeling took hold. The lord slid into bed, next to the dragon woman. Hand touching her waist, he turned her to him. Nypha eyed Dorian, the mood shifting into new territory. Dorian had always come at her like a savage beast, trying to drive his seed into or on her but now he looked at her with strange eyes.

  Nypha listened from her room, scaled hand between her thighs and fingers expertly rubbing her engorged clit. Wetness coated her fingers as she too was trapped in touching herself every time the lord and sorceress played their game. The tempo rising, Nypha listened as Dorian’s breathing changed, becoming calmer.

  Dorian’s eyes took on a drunken, half closed stare. The wine and emotions stormed through his heart but a light shined, caressing the storm and lessening its power. The young lord’s eyes blinked slowly as his cock pressed against Nypha’s thigh, begging to enter her.

  “You are the only woman I love. You are the only woman I will ever love,” Dorian whispered through a thick haze.

  Xoli’s eyes widened as Dorian’s eyes closed. The high elf behind the form of a dragon could not hide her shock. The lord took hold of Nypha’s hip and roughly pulled her close. Dorian took hold of her thighs and pulled them apart as he pushed his chest into her. Nypha’s gaze was still wide eyed with th
e lord on top of her, the head of his throbbing member pressed against her pink line. The sorceress could not stop the flood of wetness as the lord pushed his cock against her tight opening, forcing her open. Thick inches sank into her tight valley while Dorian’s lips clamped on a dark green nipple, suckling the sensitive point.

  In the other room, Nypha’s eyes widened as she didn’t break her stride. A new heat coursed through her molten hot blood, her heart beating wildly in her chest. The play between the lord and sorceress always contained a distance. Dorian had never said those words before, ever. Nypha punished her clit, rubbing practiced circles and staring at the door. Wetness gushed as she could not stop her needs from taking over. Body trembling and nerves curling, the urge for her own release was overwhelming. White touched the edges of her serpent eyes as she furiously rubbed her true sensitive spot.

  Dorian’s hips pushed with power, spreading faux Nypha’s thighs open and pinning her down. Heat bloomed up Nypha’s neck and into her cheeks. Eyes half closing, the shock rode her already lit nerves. Moans rose up as the lord speared her delicate valley and tongue played with a pointed nipple. Wings curled up and around them, covering the lord like a blanket as his body became unchained. The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room. Deep grunts propelled the lord to drive every inch as deep as they could go. Xoli could not stop herself as her inner song reached its zenith and the dam cracked.

  The sorceress let out a hissing moan, arms and wings holding onto the lord as he drove his lust home. Squeezing him, the damn burst. Wetness flowed as nerves exploded into a bright light and followed with mini explosions. Xoli pressed her head to Dorian’s as he licked her nipple. Hips pushed and the young lord’s cock thickened. Inner walls spread to accommodate him and Xoli let out a whimpering moan, another orgasm flooding her senses with bliss. She couldn’t fight him as he sank his iron rod down her tight valley, not that she wanted too.

  Nypha sat on the edge of the bed, hot wetness soaking into the blankets and arm nearly trembling. In the other room, Dorian grunted and it sent Nypha over the edge. Biting her lip, she groaned as ecstasy flared throughout her powerful body. Each heart beat was a fraction of love and fate as she rubbed herself to the breaking point. The orgasm splashed molten light along firing nerves and she basked in it.

  Dorian made one powerful push, cock bulging before spurts of seed filled the tight space. Xoli let out a scream as a third orgasm flashed and thundered. Come spilled from her opening as Dorian continued to spurt. Teeth clamped down on her sensitive nipple and the high elf didn’t know if she could come a fourth time in such short order. Eyes rolling into her head, she let out a sultry hiss as another orgasm blasted away all logic. Surrendering, she pulled back the wings and let go of Dorian.

  The lord felt the cool air touch his back and buttocks as he continued to push every drop of seed he could muster. Lust and drunken love flowing, the lord pulled his cock from the dazed Nypha. Taking hold of her, he turned her onto her stomach and grabbed her tail, pulling it aside.

  Tears of ecstasy flowed down Nypha’s cheeks as a string of orgasms rocked her senses. She listened as Dorian could not help himself. The wet sounds of grabbing his half hard cock and pressing it to Xoli’s dripping valley once again caused another string of orgasms to bloom. Nypha fell back onto the bed, rubbing her clit with power and grace.

  Xoli lifted her ass up just as Dorian invaded her valley. Eyes rolling in her head, she did nothing but ride the wave as the young lord continued his attack. Hips smacked into firm flesh as inches appeared and disappeared into the dragon’s womanhood. Whispers spilled from his mouth as he moved like a man possessed.

  Nypha rubbed and massaged her clit to the sounds of Dorian’s whispers.

  “Don’t leave me….” He whispered.

  Nypha’s hips bucked as she orgasmed again.

  “I need you….all of you…” Dorian seethed as his cock thickened again.

  In one room, Nypha’s body shuddered as another orgasm stormed her senses, but Xoli could barely hear Dorian above the dull roar of bliss.

  “Don’t…take…away….what…we have…” Dorian grunted.

  Xoli whimpered as come erupted once again and her own orgasm exploded in unison. Nypha lost count of her orgasms but the needful whispers of the young lord sent her over the edge again, bliss curling around every nerve. Mouth twisting, she couldn’t fight her nature as words floated up her throat and into the empty room air.

  “I…won’t….leave….” Nypha managed before her eyes rolled into her head. Orgasms blinded her to the sounds of Dorian crying out with one last push, painting Xoli’s valley with his seed and a sorrow touching his heart.

  Six

  Dorian woke with a start. Lifting his head, he glanced around the bed and his room to see both were empty. Weariness filled his mind as his head fell back into the soft pillows, memories jumbling together. Blinking, he tried to recall all that happened last night. At first the thick haze clouded the waterfall of memories before they fell into focus.

  The lord stared at the stone ceiling. Thinking of Xoli, she never stayed the night and it seemed last night was no exception. She was often gone before morning. Dorian wondered if they would fall into their normal routines, behaving as nothing had happened.

  Dorian’s thoughts shifted to Nypha and his heart sagged in chest. He remembered everything she had said and it still burned. Vague memories touched his mind of what he said to Xoli, but yearned to say to Nypha. A sliver of heat touched his face as he wondered if he made a mistake entertaining his perversion. Muddled thoughts bubbled and Dorian found himself blanking out his mind. Today was his birth celebration and he would have to untangle his life some other time.

  A knock at the door caused the lord to turn his eyes toward it, “Come in.”

  The door opened and General Strum stepped in. Closing it behind him, he made his way to Dorian’s bedside while the lord sat up.

  “Good Morning my lord,” Strum said with an impish smile.

  “Good morning to you, General,” Dorian said with a small smile.

  “I know it’s early but today will be a busy one. I did want to have that private conversation before we are swept up in the celebration.”

  Dorian nodded, “Of course, what did you want to speak on?”

  General Strum stood straight as he pulled a book from under his arm and held it out, “A gift, from your father.”

  Dorian’s eyes fell on the leather-bound book in the general’s hand. The sudden shock caused him to hesitate before his hand reached up and took the book from Strum.

  The general let his hand drop to his side before he continued, “You’re father wanted you to have this on the 19th year of your birth. I was sworn to keep it safely hidden until the time had come.”

  Dorian opened the book and leafed through a few pages, “What is this about?”

  Strum’s face remained a stony neutral as he spoke, “Your father wanted to leave a gift for you once you were old enough. He and I sat and spoke on how best to truly transfer his power to you should he no longer be with us. Your father kept a journal with much of his wisdom and secrets to aid you in ruling the kingdom.”

  Dorian eyed the book, “But, I’m already ruling the kingdom.”

  Sturm’s gaze shifted to Splitter hanging on its peg by the large bed, “True, but Lord Lockwood wanted you to have access to greater abilities. He felt if he imparted all his knowledge too soon, you may use it recklessly. Instead, he wanted to leave them as gifts when the time had come.”

  Dorian followed the general’s gaze to Splitter. The lord’s heart thumped in his chest. A rush of excitement filled his veins as he turned back to the book. Did his father leave the answers to Splitter’s mysterious abilities?

  Strum stepped around the bed and walked to the sword. Picking it off its peg, he moved to the edge of the bed, pointing the pommel to Lord Lockwood. Dorian’s gaze fell on the runic carved metal handle, drinking in the three symbols along the handle edge. Dorian only k
new one of the three abilities the sword contained and it was purely by chance. He had seen his father use the sword but could only remember one mystical word that would activate the Armor Piercing ability. The sword would glow with magical energy when he spoke the word allowing it to penetrate most armors, but only once per day. It was its weakest ability, and the only one Dorian knew the command for.

  Dorian took the sword, remembering his father using the second ability, Ghost Cut, the very night he died. It was an attack that could cut through almost anything, but Dorian didn’t know the word to activate it. The lord knew there was a third ability but his father never spoke of it and when Dorian questioned it further, the lord would sternly send him to perform some task. Now, he sat with his father’s journal and perhaps the secrets to Splitter’s true potential.

  Strum gave the young lord a kind smile, “Lord Lockwood wanted you to begin your quest after your celebration. The journal will aid you on the quest and help unlock Splitter’s abilities. But for now, we must prepare for the evening’s festivities and speak on matters of the kingdom.”

  Dorian nodded as his heart raced with excited possibilities, “Yes, of course. What requires my attention?”

  General strum nodded, “Three guards have reported two slimes emerging from the sewers and wandering the streets. They were quickly put down with torches but I wanted you to know. I have doubled the guard so another incident will not dampen the celebration.”

  Dorian eyed the general, “Slimes on the streets? They never leave the sewers.” Dorian knew slimes stayed to the sewers, feeding on the kingdom’s waste. It was a mutual convenience and a necessity to ensure there was no spread of disease or foul odors. The slimes enjoyed the free food and were content to stay where they were.