Someone knocked at the door.
- “Gisele… open it.” I said still snuggling with her.
- “You do it.” She said exhausted.
- “Gis, that’s your room.”
- “Yet I am sure that the person that is knocking wish to speak with you.” She rolled on me hugging tighter.
- “It’s hard to get up and open the door when a fat-ass dragon is pinning you down.”
- “If by offending me you though that you would make me get up and answer the door, I have to disappoint you.” She placed her lips on my neck kissing me.
- “Damn. The more time we spend together the smarter you get. As a sign of gratitude you may check who is behind the door.”
Someone knocked at the door again.
- “FUCK OFF!” We yelled in unison toward the asshole that kept invading our privacy.
- “Oh, no!” the voice from the other side, that belonged to some adventurer could be heard “…You didn’t let us sleep for the half of the night, so now we won’t have ANY mercy for the two of you! Zari, get up! What would you do if I would tell you that king himself is waiting at the other side of the door?”
- “I would nicely ask him to FUCK OFF!, as this is neutral ground and his authority means nothing here… that’s until he threat Jericho to pay his debts.”
- “… Zari, that about king… it was not a metaphor.”
Fuck!
- “Ask him to use his authority to move a dragon off of me, and I would consider getting up!”
I heard someone opening the door with the key from the outside.
- “REALLY? Spare keys, Jericho?! That’s not fair!”
Yet the intruders kept invading our solitude.
- “Forgive him, it was me insisting on. Oh, you could consider putting something on, both on you.” The king said.
Indeed, as I decided to spend that night with Gisele, we didn’t stop on just cuddling. We were covered to the belt with quilt, yet out upper parts of bodies were revealed. Gisele didn’t bother much, as right now she was laying on her belly, thus she was nicely covered.
- “Something wrong, your majesty?” I asked from under dragoness.
- “Oh, I am sure that I invited you on dinner last time we saw each other, unfortunately because of that mess with inquisitors you were unreachable last Friday. Then I was in delegacy and returned just now. So I considered stopping by the guild mostly to tease that old fart Jericho about moneys, then I heard you were back… so I am here FORCING you to come with me on already promised dinner. The end.”
- “Isn’t that bit early for d…”
- “Zari…” That was Jericho this time. “… it is already afternoon.”
- “You are shitting me? Pardon me, your…”
- “When we are alone keep the courtesy for yourself, young man. I am not that spoiled to require everyone to bow before me. But now, seriously, after all these boring meetings I could use some entertainment and you are a great source of entertainment.”
- “Just, give me a second. Gisele doesn’t cooperate much when she's sleepy.”
- “Of course, your lady is invited too! I am pretty sure that she would enjoy the little barbecue that was organized on my return…”
Dragoness opened her eyes fully. I just looked at the king to let him now that it’s working.
- “There will be some rare kind of meet that were brought from oversea, also some fish, and the finest sauces.”
Her tail started waving slightly under quilt. She purred, bended her spine like a cat and stretched a little.
- “We will be done in 15 minutes.” I said.
- “Also, you may take with yourself miss Scarlet. And by MAY I mean – do it.”
Damn. Stuff just got bit complicated.
Intruders left the room leaving us alone once again.
- “15 minutes?” Gisele purred right in my ear. “We can get dressed in 2? Which means that we have 13 minutes of whatever we want to.”
Oh, I love it when she is suggestive. Her hair in mess, her gaze bit blurry because of lust and her hands kneading lightly my shoulders.
- “13 minutes? It will only make you beg for more.” I kissed her with passion, joining our tongues in wild dance, which made us gasp for air as our lips parted.
I imprisoned her in the embrace of my arms.
- “What did I ever do to earn being with you.” I put my nose in her hair, remembering her smell.
- “I dunno…” She replied. “Maybe nothing? That would make you unworthy. Maybe I should break with you and look for some strong dragon?” She asked innocently.
- “… I will allow you to take your words back, just if you would like to prevent me from eradicating entire race.”
- “Oh? You would be jealous?” she looked at me with wide smile.
- “Jealous? No. That poor bastard would die long before he could enjoy your touch. Look at me, I am the only one you can spoil, do you hear me?”
This time she was the one to kiss me.
- “We still have 10 minutes…” She said innocently again.
- “Gis, you horny, perverted lizard. Can’t you wait till evening?”
- “No, for I have been waiting for you my whole life!”
She is getting better and better in that. Still…
- “Get off me, you child of a behemoth, the meat is cooling down.”
- “… Hmph. You still owe me a date.”
- “I know, sweetie.”
We got up from the bed with intention of dressing up… but when I saw her backs something melted in me making me get closer and hugging her from behind.
- “Weren’t you the one that was rushing me?”
- “We still have 8 minutes, don’t we?”
- “You are impossible!”
- “So, should I let you go?”
- “I didn’t say that…”
Then I noticed something.
- “Gisele, why do you have two treasure chests in a room?”
- “Ah, that? In one I keep equipment, in second. Well, treasures… I…I just like looking at shiny things. I KNOW! I KNOW! I just can do nothing about that! It’s stronger than me!”
- “My little lizard is growing up?”
- “Stop it!”
- “Hey, having an urge for valuable and beautiful things is normal for dragons. This is why you are sleeping on a pile of gold and kidnapping princesses!”
- “Yhym. Right. Still, in I am still thinking of getting another one, Just in case I would find something better! Like rare gems or…”
- “Ok, ok. I am fine with that, who knows maybe I would even contribute to your stash in the future? Just don’t you even dare to forget that I am the greatest treasure you ever found!” I chuckled.
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But something on Gisele’s face changed. She turned around and gave me THAT look.
- “… Zari…”
- “Gisele, don’t even think about it.”
- “Get in the chest!”
- “No!”
- “GET IN THERE, DAMN IT!”
- “Gis, what are you doing?! GIS! STAHP! PUT ME DOWN, FOR FUCK SAKE! THAT’S NOT THE WAY I WANTED TO CONTRIBUTE!!!”
- “I ain’t going some vixen to steal you away from me!”
- “Don’t you know, that if you love someone you have to let it go? If it would return, it means that it never truly left you, if it wouldn’t he/she never was yours?”
- “Nice try. I am not going to risk it. Chest. Now!”
- “NO! GOD! NO, GOD, PLEASE NO! NO! NO! NOOO!”
The only good thing about little wrestle session we had was that we completely woke up. Hm? Oh, fear not, I did not end in the box. I asked her if she really thought that some wooden box could hold me in and that I would smash it from inside in a second. Threat of having her newest chest destroyed stopped her from continuing her actions.
We got down to the inn section where King together with Jericho was discussing something with glasses of whiskey in their hands.
- “O-ho, Jeremy, look who decided to show up. You used your time to the fullest, did you? Don’t say a word. Guessing by kid’s scream it is not something I want to know.” He said addressing me as [kid]
- “That’s complicated to explain, not kinky, just complicated.” I said raising my hands in defense.
- “Suuure. Anyway, I am borrowing these three for hour or two, Jeremy.”
- “I don’t mind. They deserve some rest.” The former adventurer said. “It’s a sad thing to see you going already. It was nice to have company to the glass of whiskey.”
- “Someone need company for what?” Jason put his head inside the inn through the window.
- “Forget what I was just saying. Your departure is no longer as sad as it was a moment ago! Come Jason, keep old man a company! That’s one of the guys that Zariel brought from neighbors – decent people.”
- “I see. Kids, feel free to follow me, and by feel free I mean…”
- “We know, we know…” I just rushed him away with gesture of hand.
- “Killjoy.” He pouted under his nose.
We got into his carriage, all covered in too many decorations, with staff dressed in colors so bright, that it almost hurt one’s eyes.
- “Hello, young Scarlet.” He said to Elana as we were riding in direction of the castle.
- “Y..You know me, your majesty?”
- “Not personally. I know your father though, is that old bastard start alive and kicking?”
- “S..Sir!” She seem offended by king’s tone.
- “I think Elana is used to bit more … formal… conversations.”
- “Hm? Is that so? How did you survive then? As far as I know you hate formality!” Elana looked at me with her eyes widened in fear, as if she just realized that she was doing something wrong all this time. “Oh, your grimace on the ball when you had to be nice to all those nobles around you! Priceless! And when you could finally mess with senator! That was probably the only good thing about that party. Well, the food was nice too, and the alcohol, and the music. Wait, what was actually wrong with that party?”
- “The people.” I spoke my mind making monarch burst in laugh.
- “That’s why I want to keep you around. Painfully honest. Ok, kids, get off the cart. Go on, as King I am supposed to leave as last, and I have spent too much time in that damned by devils carts! My ass has probably turned square from all this sitting!”
So we left. We were behind the elegant gates guarded by few soldiers, on plaza surrounded by lovely garden.
- “I am so happy that we didn’t take Pyrox with us…” I said quietly.
- “Yeah, I have already seen how he reacts when there is too much green around him. Oh, gosh, I have also learned to be far more precise. Do you know, that you should always use word [campfire] when you want him to lit something up? I said [Hey, Pyrox? Can you make this place bit warmer?], you know what he did?”
- “Burned the camp?”
- “Burned half of the forest.”
- “Heh. Neat.”
We followed the king to the dining hall, each time we would pass servants, they would bow in skilled, well-trained manner. It was bit… overwhelming.
- “Ah. Also, we will have one more guest. I trust you know Fional, it was quite tricky to invite him. He was declining as many times as I invited him. Till yesterday.”
- “How did you persuade him?” I was really curious.
- “I told him that you would be here!” You sly, old fox!
- “Didn’t you say a moment ago that you steped by the guild by accident?”
- “I lied? That’s how you do businesses here!”
I can’t even… damn it.
- “This is why I am grateful that you did not repeat in my face same thing you said through the door – to fuck off, otherwise I would have hard time explaining to your dwarven friend why you didn’t come.”
As we were approaching to our dinning place we could have heard some little commotion.
- “Sir, sir! I beg you, wait a moment longer, it is very impolite to start eating without rest of the guest arri…”
- “Listen here you lil’ piece of shit!...” O-ho, here is Fional. “Don’t you dare teaching me about courtesy, for we, dwarves, know the best way to treat our guests! For example, we would never let them wait for anyone without food or beer!... Food is here, where is the beer?”
- “We have red wine to the meat, white wine to desserts.”
- “ARE YOU DEAF, YOU MAGGOT?! BEER! BEEEER! The finest dwarfish invention!”
- “S..sir, I am afraid that…”
- “You don’t have one? Fear not, I predicted that, you uncivilized savages, I brought few barrels with myself. Call my boys that are waiting in the kitchen. They will help you carry it here…”
- “With all due respect!” Majordomo was slowly losing his patience.
- “Give up, Hiacy, you won’t out-talk dwarfs!” The king chuckled opening the door and letting us in.
- “Your majesty! I am glad to see you back and in good health!”
- “Yes, it’s good to be back. And do our guest a favor – bring those barrels he speaks to highly about. In the end it is true, that his kin has the longest tradition of brewing.”
We took our seats, Fional didn’t even bothered raising from his chair.
- “Ha! Greetings brat! I heard you have some meeting with torturers! How was it?”
- “Indeed, also - the torturer could have learned a new trick or two, if he was paying attention, that is.”
- “Atta boy! That’s the spirit…” Then he looked at me and Gisele sitting close to each. another “… You two? Are you?”
- “Maybe.”
- “Finally! The two of you were gazing upon each other like brats… well, you are brats. Still, it was so bloody annoying to look at it!”
We were talking a couple of minutes about everything and nothing, before the king start playing his games – he started asking Florian how his brother and father are doing, when he saw them for the last time, and when he wanted to travel to the Red Mountain again. Why? Politics, of course. Dwarves are a shut in society, it was easy to become their enemies, very hard to become their friends. If you had no dwarf with reputation that would [let you in] the society, every kind of making political relations would end with a fiasco.
- “To be honest. I am thinking about traveling home soon, but only because I have a good reason. That kid...” He once again pointed at me. “… has ordered an armor, a tricky one to make, and your smithies and tailoring tools are bloody garbage! I would also need some materials from the Grey Mountains, west from Red… which aren’t safest place for a lone dwarf. Full of trolls and ogres. Fucking-tall-assholes, looking down on dwarves!”
- “It is a very hard task to not look down on dwarves.” I said quietly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
- “What da ya me… Ah, yar mocking me, ain’t you? Hmph, feel free to say these words as much as you want to me, just don’t repeat that in front of my father and brother!”
- “Why would I even talk with them?”
- “… Cuz yar coming with me, brat!”
- “What?”
- “That’s your armor! Even more, I am doing it for free! If you think that you won’t contribute to that, then you better think again!”
- “I don’t think it’s a good idea…”
- “I also don’t like it, even more as old fart.I mean, father, doesn’t like me much. He wanted me to become a warrior or rune sage, yet I always preferred making things than actually using it. So, it would be nice if I would at least show for who I am making my stuff! I heard a word or two about you, kid, if half of them are true, you would impress old fa… father.”
- “Florian, I am really honored to be invited by you, it really means a lot, but right now I have enough of traveling and attractions. I just want to spend some time with Gis…”
- “Take her with you, damn it! Problem solved!”
- “I really don’t think that…”
Arthur the Grey, called Wise, first of his name, current King of the Neira, fucking son of a bitch, cough few times pointing with his head at dragoness that right now devouring every meat on the table she could find.
Dwarf now know what point he should attack now.
- “Shame. Just imagine! Well-known dwarfish hospitality! You would see how we treat our guests! You would be placed near the table on which food is piled to the ceiling.” Gisele dropped her fork. “Can you hear it? The sound of fireplace cracking? Can you sound the music playing? Can you smell the meat being cooked right in front of you? Do you see all mugs raised in the air as we cheer the name of our guests?”
Dragoness was breathing heavily.
- “I am telling you that…” I tried saving the situation.
- “… we are more than grateful and would gladly follow you. In the end we would never let our friend, such as yourself, to travel through those dangerous lands! Also, as I heard Zari already owe you a lot for your craftsmanship.”
Damn you Fional, damn you Arthur. AND DAMN YOU GISELE!