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Authors: sam cheever
Tags: Erótica
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shouldn’t have replaced the word “stubborn” with “stupid”. My lovely boots were soggy with disgusting substances and weighted down by sticky gore.
Putrid-smelling bits of flesh and dragon snot dripped down the front of my sweater and my hair stuck to my cheek on one side, sodden with spit.
I glanced at my guide and saw that he was nearly spotless.
With an indignant gasp I realized he’d used me as a human shield. When I glared at him he laughed. “I gave you three chances to stay out in the passageway.”
An enormous belch blew the drier parts of my hair back from my face and a sewerlike stench overwhelmed me. “Bleurgh!”
When it ended, the Slayer stepped from behind me and addressed the mountain-sized creature lounging before us. I, of course, didn’t understand what he said, but whatever it was, the dragon fixed his enormous eyes on me.
The red was the largest dragon I’d ever seen. From my perch way down on the cavern floor, it looked like the mound of his slimy looking belly rose twenty feet in the air. It rumbled threateningly as my gaze lifted toward the car-sized snout higher up. I met the dragon’s emotionless gaze just as a long, snakelike tongue slid out and performed a lazy swipe over his greasy snout, retreating back between the massive jaws with an audible snap.
I shuddered and the dragon grinned, showing bits of gore stuck between its jagged, deadly-looking teeth.
My guide nodded, turning to me. “He says he’ll answer your questions, as long as they aren’t treasonous to his queen.”
“Ask him if he saw the black queen and king leaving the Red queendom three days ago.”
The Slayer turned to the guard and repeated my question in dragonese.
The huge creature nodded his head and his jaw moved as if he were trying to speak the words he was sending mentally to my guide.
Or maybe he was anticipating taking a bite out of yours truly. Despite the evidence of an extensive meal scattered around him, his enormous eyes had a decidedly hungry look.
The Slayer nodded, his gaze intense as he listened. After a moment he turned to me. His face was grim. “He says someone did meet the king and queen on their way back to their queendom.”
Something in his face warned me I wasn’t going to like what I was about to hear. I took a deep breath and asked. “Who met them?”
The dragon belched again, sending sewer air wafting over us. The Slayer took my arm and led me away, toward an enormous window on one end of the cavern, where we were relatively safe from eating mishaps.
He pulled his hand from my arm with a grimace, examining the slime that had transferred itself from my once beautiful sweater to his formerly immaculate palm. Holding it away from his body, he cast a speculative eye over a rare clean spot on my sweater.
“Don’t even think about it!” I warned him.
He grimaced again and held the hand farther from his pristine clothing.
“Just tell me who met the black queen, Slayer.”
“You aren’t going to like it.”
I flipped my fingers for him to continue, suddenly impatient to get it over with.
“She was apparently met by a large contingent of her own solders.”
All the blood ran from my face and my heart skipped a beat. “Frunk me to Hades!”
He nodded and fell into step beside me as I headed quickly toward the door.
“What’s the fastest way to get to Glynus?”
“I know a shortcut. Follow me.” He placed a hand on my back and rubbed. I jerked away and turned to him, he was grinning, examining his now spotless hand. “Ass.”
He laughed and jerked his head toward a nearby passage. “This way.”
* * * * *
Glynus was covered in blood and gore.
I screamed her name as the Slayer and I charged into the room, which was filled with female dragons.
She turned her head and looked at me, confusion painting her beautiful eyes. Mother Tweener?
That’s when I realized all of the dragons were covered in blood and gore. I glanced at the Slayer.
He shrugged.
Putrid-smelling bits of flesh and dragon snot dripped down the front of my sweater and my hair stuck to my cheek on one side, sodden with spit.
I glanced at my guide and saw that he was nearly spotless.
With an indignant gasp I realized he’d used me as a human shield. When I glared at him he laughed. “I gave you three chances to stay out in the passageway.”
An enormous belch blew the drier parts of my hair back from my face and a sewerlike stench overwhelmed me. “Bleurgh!”
When it ended, the Slayer stepped from behind me and addressed the mountain-sized creature lounging before us. I, of course, didn’t understand what he said, but whatever it was, the dragon fixed his enormous eyes on me.
The red was the largest dragon I’d ever seen. From my perch way down on the cavern floor, it looked like the mound of his slimy looking belly rose twenty feet in the air. It rumbled threateningly as my gaze lifted toward the car-sized snout higher up. I met the dragon’s emotionless gaze just as a long, snakelike tongue slid out and performed a lazy swipe over his greasy snout, retreating back between the massive jaws with an audible snap.
I shuddered and the dragon grinned, showing bits of gore stuck between its jagged, deadly-looking teeth.
My guide nodded, turning to me. “He says he’ll answer your questions, as long as they aren’t treasonous to his queen.”
“Ask him if he saw the black queen and king leaving the Red queendom three days ago.”
The Slayer turned to the guard and repeated my question in dragonese.
The huge creature nodded his head and his jaw moved as if he were trying to speak the words he was sending mentally to my guide.
Or maybe he was anticipating taking a bite out of yours truly. Despite the evidence of an extensive meal scattered around him, his enormous eyes had a decidedly hungry look.
The Slayer nodded, his gaze intense as he listened. After a moment he turned to me. His face was grim. “He says someone did meet the king and queen on their way back to their queendom.”
Something in his face warned me I wasn’t going to like what I was about to hear. I took a deep breath and asked. “Who met them?”
The dragon belched again, sending sewer air wafting over us. The Slayer took my arm and led me away, toward an enormous window on one end of the cavern, where we were relatively safe from eating mishaps.
He pulled his hand from my arm with a grimace, examining the slime that had transferred itself from my once beautiful sweater to his formerly immaculate palm. Holding it away from his body, he cast a speculative eye over a rare clean spot on my sweater.
“Don’t even think about it!” I warned him.
He grimaced again and held the hand farther from his pristine clothing.
“Just tell me who met the black queen, Slayer.”
“You aren’t going to like it.”
I flipped my fingers for him to continue, suddenly impatient to get it over with.
“She was apparently met by a large contingent of her own solders.”
All the blood ran from my face and my heart skipped a beat. “Frunk me to Hades!”
He nodded and fell into step beside me as I headed quickly toward the door.
“What’s the fastest way to get to Glynus?”
“I know a shortcut. Follow me.” He placed a hand on my back and rubbed. I jerked away and turned to him, he was grinning, examining his now spotless hand. “Ass.”
He laughed and jerked his head toward a nearby passage. “This way.”
* * * * *
Glynus was covered in blood and gore.
I screamed her name as the Slayer and I charged into the room, which was filled with female dragons.
She turned her head and looked at me, confusion painting her beautiful eyes. Mother Tweener?
That’s when I realized all of the dragons were covered in blood and gore. I glanced at the Slayer.
He shrugged.
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