A/N: For those who do not want to read the following mature content (sexual situations), you can head on over to chapter 3.
~The Dragoness' Flame~
"For most people, turning eighteen is no big deal. But in my world, turning that crucial age is everything.
It's a ritual that has been upheld since the Goddess, herself, created us. Dragons. Strong, powerful creatures that could take down a city within hours.
We were all blessed with incredible gifts. Flight. Fire. Hearing. Vision. The list goes on. However, there is always a catch.
Our rate of procreating is very low. It takes very special circumstances for a dragoness to become with child. And, it all starts with the Flame."
~The Dragoness' Flame~
A sizzling, popping noise arouses me from my deep sleep. With my eyes still shut, I use my right hand to gently rub over my flushed face.
It must be my birthday. My entire body feels like it's on fire. I feel like I need to find someone who can throw a bucket of ice-cold water over me to put it out. The popping noise goes off again. It seems to be coming from... my stomach?
With a grimace, I slowly open my eyes. The room looks... hazy.
What's wrong with me? I know people said the Flaming was intense, but it's only been a few hours since my birthday started.... right?
I sit up on my bed, the sheets falling away from my mostly nude body, save for my bra and underwear. I get up off my bed to look around the room, trying to locate my phone. I turn my head and notice there is sunlight streaming in through my window.
Uh oh, not good. I've been asleep much longer than I intended.
My bed is a solid queen size with a very comfortable down mattress. To my immediate left is my wooden bedside table where my phone is supposed to sit. I frown, trying to remember where I last saw it.
Around my room is a desk with an alarm clock that reads 7:57 AM, a 42" Ultra HD television, a few gaming consoles, my own personal built-in library bookshelf, and my closet.
A sharp buzz interrupts my search. Looking down, I hear my phone buzzing in my bed.
Hmmm, I must have fallen asleep playing games again.
With a roll of my eyes, I swiftly grab my phone and answer it, already knowing the caller based on the ringtone.
"What do you want?"
A moment of silence greets me. Then a barking laugh rings out over the receiver, causing me to jump and hold the offensive item away from my ear.
"My, my beautiful. Clearly, someone's woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
I grimace. He's not wrong...
"Shut it, Tahoi. I'm not-"
The slow, burning flame that was settled in my gut suddenly explodes, turning my entire body into a human torch from the inside out. Paralyzed, my body just sinks to the floor, my back against my bed.
"It's... starting..." I whimper.
"Okay, beautiful! Just breathe through it. I'll be there in two minutes. Stay in your room."
YOU ARE READING
The Dragoness' Flame (Mature/18+)
Fantasy~~~ {Mature story: Rated R for sexual situations, strong language and descriptive violence.} ~~~ For most people, turning eighteen is no big deal. But in my world, turning that crucial age is everything. It's a ritual that has been upheld since the...
