The Ruby Empire

Bray the Lizardfolk

Female Reader x Male Monster

It's been nearly a week now since the storm. You've managed to cobble together something of a livable situation from the wreckage. The island you ended up on had plenty of food and even a supply of fresh water. The only thing was you had washed up on shore the very man you had wished the storm upon.

Lord Bray of the Dragon Tides, a pirate warlord who had captured your ship three months ago. He had taken you and most of the people on board hostage. He was in the middle of negotiations when the storm hit. It took down not only your rescue but his ship and fleet as well. You two appeared to be the only survivors.

"It figures," you mutter. "Even hell doesn't want his scaly ass."

At the same time, you were glad you had washed ashore with someone who could provide if needed, an ounce of protection. Bray was a strong man, terrifying too. He was a large, powerful dragon. Dark scales and sharp horns, part of what made him such a fearsome pirate, to begin with. Now, he was nothing, like you.

You cart up some fresh water for yourself, going inside your shelter to fetch the skien you fashioned so you can fill it up. As you come back out you see him holding up the bucket and gulping it down.

"Hey!" You kick his shin and grab the bucket away. "That was my water! You want some you go fetch your own."

He snarls at you. "You tired old bitch," he snaps his jaws at you. "You best be glad I'm keeping you around to fuck you or I'd eat you for that offense."

"I would honestly prefer you eat me at this point," you toss the water left in the bucket on him. "Because then I wouldn't have to deal with you and your narcissistic ass!"

He stares down at his soaked chest then glares back at you. "You'll be glad to have me one day, sweetie," he pokes your chest with a sharp claw. "You'll be thanking god as well as my dick when you've got nothing but-" you crack him over the head with the bucket and he screams out.

The bucket shatters but it was all worth it. "Keep your dick where it belongs!" You shout at him as he cowers in pain. "Up your ass!" You storm off, leaving him there as he dusts splinters from his head.

That felt so good. You had been wanting to kick the shit out of him since you woke up with him collapsed on top of you in the lifeboat. You had made yourself behave and rear back your anger on the off chance you actually needed him. Now, you felt relieved. You could go off on your own, start living on an opposite end of the island without him.

You take your skien to the river and fill it up there. Once you get the supplies again you'll fashion another bucket. You turn to head back and you decide to stay and linger. There was no need to go back to your shelter. All that was there was Lord Bray. After the bashing, you gave him you doubted he'd want you back anyway.

You take off your clothes and hang them in a tree before you dive into the crystal clear water. You relax, the cold felt so good on your sun-baked skin. You almost wished you had some soap so you could take a proper bath.

"I'm so glad to see you're enjoying yourself."

You gasp and sputter, nearly inhaling water as you look up and see Jasper standing on the shore. He has your clothes in one hand.

"Drop it!" You snarl.

He smirks. "Payback is a bitch, but then again, so are you."

"I swear to god, Bray!" You roar at him.

He clicks his tongue and waggles his finger at you. "Now, now, let's not go saying things we will end up regretting." He holds your clothes up. "I'm going to keep these until I forgive you."