The Dragon And The Demon

Kanna: Chapt.8: Her Story

I blink a few times before adjusting to my surroundings. I look around.

I was back in my house and not in Drakor's. I smiled and sat up.

"Careful," I tense and looked. Drakor sat there on the chair watching her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "You come to drag me out of bed again."

"My brother didn't mean to do that," he said. "He was angry at the moment. But we shall talk about that later. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said. "You can go now. I don't need you anymore."

He chuckled. "I'll go after I know for sure that you are okay." He placed his hand on my forehead. "Your fever went down after four days."

"Four days?" I frowned. "I been asleep for four days?"

"Yes," he said. "Here, eat Miss Rain send it."

I look at the basket. "Miss Rain?"

He nods. "Miss Rain doesn't fear you she was just shocked that your a demon. The town people don't hate you either. You can go without fear."

I stood and stretched. I look down at my side. My Wound healed, and a small scar was left. It's the first time I get a scar.

That other times I got hurt that bastard made sure I never get scars. But now I feel great.

"Your scar are you mad?" He asked.

"No," I said. "I am happy I got it. Now my body isn't so, flawless."

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked. "I mean now that I know you're a demon. I want to know more."

I looked at him. "No." I walked out I need a bath. I ran out and jumped in the water.

I sighed the water felt nice. I looke back Drakor sat there. He didn't get in like last time.

"Kanna," he sighed. "How can I trust you? If you don't trust me?"

I washed my body and looked at him. I need someone to trust.

I swam over and sat on the flat stone. "A man, who's king of the demons, wanted me as a bride. So he took me away from my home and kept me locked up in a room. There he would toy with me. With my body. Sometimes he would torture me if I mention another man or if I stare at another man. And it went like that for six years."

"Six years?" He frowned. "How old?"

"Since I was 15," I said. "And that man was always careful as not to leave any scars. It's why I'm happy to have one. I endure pain and suffering. But with the help of Kan my demon, I escaped, and here I am. That man I killed and a few others chased after me. He was the only one that dared enter your territory. The others stayed behind. About now that king is planning a way to get me out of here."

"I see, so your 20 now," he looked at me. "And are you afraid of going back there?" I nod.

"I am," I said. "I do not want to marry that sick bastard." I got on and knelt in front of me. "If you do want me, you can protect me, right? I mean you did say I am your soulmate."

He smiled. "Now you want my help I thought you didn't want my help?" He grinned.

I glared. "Fine, don't help me. I will find another man to protect me. There are plenty out there who are willing to protect me, and all I have to do is get in bed with them."

That anger Drakor. He grabbed me and pushed me down on the ground. "You dare sleep with another man?"

"If I have too yes," I said. "I am not a virgin anymore. So there is no need to hold back." He growled and picked me up. He flings me over his shoulder. "Hey put me down." I hit his back.

He went to the house and dropped me on the bed. He slammed the door shut and began to undress. "I will show you; no one messes with me. And no man will ever satisfy you like me."

I gluped maybe I shouldn't have said all that. Me and my big mouth, I need to watch what I say around Drakor.

He settles in between my legs. I tried to kick him, but he gripped my ankles and spread me wide. I felt slightly shy now. I don't know why, but I do. I mean he already saw me naked before. But that was before he knew I was a demon.

I guess knowing I am sleeping with a dragon makes it intimidating for me. "I am barely recovering from a sickness, and you already want to hump me."

"You are so tempting when you speak," he said and slid in with such force. I had to grip sheets. He was aggressive more than last time.

"Let me guess," I gripped the bars of the bed board. "It's your dragon taking over?"

"No," he said. "This time it's me, I am more aggressive than him." I bit my lower lip and looked away.

"You know," I lick my lips. "The ankle bracelets, the ones I had before. They were a symbol of my enslavement. All those that are slaves wear them. And there are different colors. And all have a different meaning." I was trying to start a conversation to ignore the noise that was made each time he and I connected. "The bronze ones mean we are slaves, silver means ordinary people, and gold means richness for the wealth. The females wear them around their ankles and males on their wrists. I was once silver, but as you can see, I became a slave."

"Now you are wearing pink and blue," he said and lifted my left leg up and gripped my ankle. He fiddled with the ankle bracelets.

"To me it means freedom and equality. We are allowed to wear others with the silver, bronze or gold. Never alone. But here, I can wear whatever color I want."

"I see," Drakor pulled me up and held me. He sat, and I was on his lap now. In this position, I can feel him his manhood deep in me. "Well, I will buy you any color you want, so long as you come to live with me. There I can protect you better." He kissed my shoulders his hands roaming my body.

I didn't know what to say. "Can I still come here? To care for my home?"

"Yes," he said. "An a maid will always accompany you." He kissed me. "What is your answered?"

"Okay," I said. "I will go with you, but I still get to sleep naked."

He chuckled. "Of course you can. You will sleep naked in my bed, next to me. We are going to share a bedroom."

"ARe we going to do it all the time?" I asked. "Because my body won't be able to handle all that aggressiveness. Once in a while yes, but all the time no. There is a limit as to how much sex I want."

"Don't worry," he laid me down. "It won't be all the time." He reached in between and rubbed my clit and tug on the little ring. I gasp. "But I still get to touch once in a while."

I let out a small moan. "Okay," I smiled.

He rolled over and set me on top. He cupped my breasts. "On the small size, I see."

"Do you not like them?" I asked. "Because this is all you are getting. I can't grow them."

He chuckled and pinched her nipples. "It's fine; I don't mine." He said and thrust up. I gasp.

I am starting to like this and enjoy it.

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