Dragon Boyfriend: Gryndren Part Two (complete_

Three days. That is all I have to try and make some grand escape before three days of being a dragon’s lover. Somehow, I have to escape from a cave where the only exit is a hole near the top of the ceiling. That, or a crack somewhere above the bedchamber. I feel like either way I go I am screwed.

I need to get out, there is no way around it. Not only do I need to get out because I couldn’t live being the pleasure toy of a dragon, but because I have plans - big ones. With the money and the property I will get from the Polar Royalty, I can help my sister take care of her new baby. Granted, my sister is married to a very successful pirate, but it was always my job to take care of her. It was the whole reason I became a mercenary, because I wanted to make sure that Evie had everything and she and Mom would be comfortable. That was the point of the house. That was the point of the bags of Seraphinite. The point of me challenging this dragon.

I am trying to find a way to scale the wall towards the entrance, but the wall was very hot. Pressing my bare palms on the stone for too long starts to hurt, and there isn’t very much to hold on to on the rock face. I have fashioned makeshift gloves out of some of the fabric in the pillow chamber, but they prevent me from grabbing the smaller outcroppings on the wall.

I fall with a loud ‘oomph’ onto the black sand beach, and let out a heavy sigh. I stare up at the daylight coming from the mouth of the cave. I am so close, and yet I so horribly far away, and it is torture. I look across the waters to where Gryndren is laying. He has his forelimbs crossed in front of him and his head tilted to the side as he watches me. 

I sit up, dusting the sand from my arms. “Enjoying yourself?”

“It’s better than my usual entertainment,” he replies.

“Oh?” I scoff, adjusting the fabric tied around my palms. “And what would that be?”

Gryndren smirks. “Oh, not something I dare mention in front of a beautiful lady,” he chuckles. His blue eyes flicker over me. “I’d dare not offend your sensibilities.”

I arch my brow at him. “Are you saying you jerk off?” 

“It’s been a long time since my last sacrificial maiden, all right?” he scoffs. He stands up from the beach. 

“Sacrificial?” I scoff as I study the wall. “They gave you women to fuck?”

“In return for keeping their crops fertile, their balls full of semen, and their wombs receptive, yes,” he sniggers as he steps into the warm water. “I was a fertility god, remember?”

“I’d like to forget,” I grunt as I swing myself up onto the wall, grabbing hold of a rock above my head. I press my feet into the surface, trying to push myself up.

Gryndren sighs as he sinks into the water, laying there with his tail floating on the surface. “I used to love tasting a warm, wet, slit first thing in the morning,” he groans in melancholy. “It was my favorite thing in the world.”

I try to ignore him. I manage to ease my way up the wall, planting my feet on a stone, and I start to reach for the next one.

“Hearing women moan,” he seethes, “it was the song of the gods. Their pleasure rippling around me and through me. Their voices breaking and sighing as they-”

I slip from the stone and fall backwards, plummeting into the water. I come up coughing and wheezing a second later, wiping my hair from my face and spitting water from my mouth. I climb back up onto the beach, wheezing until I catch my breath again.

“My, my. Are you alright?” Gryndren asks, easing himself closer to me.

I growl and curl my lip at him. “You need to keep your mouth shut!” I snarl at him. “You made me lose my concentration!” I slap my palms against the beach, ripping off the makeshift gloves and tossing them aside. 

Gryndren tilts his head. “Part of the challenge, Lady Evelyn.”

I scowl up at him. “I don’t want to deal with your dick until I absolutely have to.” I stand up and slick my wet hair back. 

“Perhaps you should take a break,” Gryndren says as he rises from the water. “Eat something. You’ve barely had a meal since you got here.”

I grumble under my breath as he moves towards the wall of magma. At the base there is a flat stone where he cooks the food he brings in. He picks up the cauldron, carrying it over to set it down beside me. Inside is a bubbling stew of various meats and vegetables.

“No, thank you,” I grouse as I fidget in my wet clothes.

Gryndren lifts his head. “Take those off. You’ll catch a cold.”

I feel hesitant at first. After all, that is exactly the thing he wants, right? Then again, too much of a good thing can be bad as well. After a while, watching me and being so close to the very thing he desires will grow uncomfortable for him. 

I strip away my clothes, laying them over a stone to dry. I stand before Gryndren naked, running my hand down my torso before dropping it to my side.

“You’re right,” I say with a smug smile. “This is much better.”

Gryndren’s eyes drink me in, filled with a hazy blue glow that intensifies the longer he stares at me. His black tongue licks along his teeth, and a shuddering growl vibrates in his throat. There is an anxious flutter in my belly as his gaze grows brighter, and I move to cover myself, but I stop and go over to the cauldron. I take a bowl beside it and fill it with the stew. 

“You have scars,” Gryndren murmurs.

I take a pillow from the bedchamber and set it on a stone as I eat. “Yes,” I nod. “What about them?”

“Some look painful,” Gryndren eases down onto the beach.

“They were all painful,” I scoff. I lick broth from my fingertips. I look him over before turning my attention back to the food. “What about you? Any painful scars of your own?”

“A king once came here, jealous that I was getting the attention he thought he deserved. He stabbed me in the stomach quite a few times before the people of the village started throwing rocks at him.”

“A king?” I ask as I take a bite from the spoon. “What king would that be?”

“I’m assuming a distant ancestor of the czar who sits on the throne now. Big white bear,” he scoffs. “He’s the reason I went into the sleep I did.”

“What’d he do?” I ask.

Gryndren scowls. “Aren’t you listening?” He rolls his eyes. “He stabbed me, and I needed to heal. He laced the blade with some sort of poison.” He nestles into the sand with a strange look on his face. “It took me a long time… longer than I care to admit.”

“So that’s why you hate the Polar,” I murmur.

“Oh no, not just because of one king. I always hated the people in the Polar,” he chuckles. “Back when I was young, I used to love the coast where the Rakshasa were. Now they knew how to have a good time.”

“Then why settle here?” I look at him curiously. 

“Lots and lots of fighting,” Gryndren sighs. “I am not a fighter by any means. I’m a lover.”

“Ew. You say that seriously,” I grimace.

Gryndren chuckles. “It’s true. Most dragons enjoy a conquest - the hunting, the slaying, the fighting of knights, the kidnapping of damsels,” he snorts. “But me, no. I enjoyed the peace and quiet. I enjoyed the thighs of women and what lay between them.” He shoots me a look. “I came here because most dragons cannot stand the cold. No matter how much the Everfire burns within us, the cold can hurt.”

A drop of stew falls between my breasts and Gryndren’s nostrils flare.

I wipe up the broth and lick it from my fingertips, all while he watches. Dammit, I feel as though my plan is backfiring.

“What brings you here?” Gryndren’s voice is a low, seductive moan. “A girl as lovely and vibrant as you, you’d think by now you’d have some rich sucker under your thumb.”

“I want to be the rich sucker,” I scoff at him. 

Gryndren chuckles. “I doubt you’d be a sucker.”

“Hopefully,” I turn towards him, letting one of my legs slip off the stone and teasing him with a peek. “I have a baby sister. Not that you’d care.”

“I care greatly.” His tongue darts out again. “Tell me about her.”

“She’s having a baby,” I murmur. “And I want to be there for them. My sister has always been my pride and joy. I want her to have everything, even though our situation was never very good.” I frown a bit. “I helped take care of her and my mom for so long… I’m not really sure how to stop.”

“Oh?” Gryndren leans in. “I take it she’s married?”

“And her wife is great. Amazing really.” My voice cracks and I clear my throat.

Gryndren sighs. “Do you feel displaced now?” His voice is low and surprisingly comforting. “Now that she has a family, are you unsure of your role?”

“No,” I gasp. “No, I-” I hesitate as I gaze into his eyes. “It’s okay if she doesn’t need me anymore. I don’t-” I stop myself when I hear what I am about to say. I set the empty bowl aside and stand up.

“I need to go back to work,” I grumble. I sink into the water, swimming across back to the wall. “I have to get out of here.” I pick up the fabric gloves and wrap them around my hands, making sure not to tie them so tight this time.

That evening I am bruised and sore, having worked hard to try to scale the wall. I fell again and again, and hit, scraped, and tenderized just about every inch of my body. I lay back in the mound of pillows and blankets, letting my body sink deep into the warmth and softness around me, which is the complete opposite of my day.

“I think you’re going to surprise me,” Gryndren says softly.

I grunt in reply, not even opening my eyes.

“Seeing how hard you worked today, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you climbed out of the cave on your third day.”

I roll over, trying to ignore him.

“It will be strange without the company,” he murmurs. “You’ve been here such a short time - and yet, I confess I have grown attached.”

“I’m trying to sleep,” I grumble.

Gryndren chuckles softly. “Forgive me. I know you must be exhausted.”

I huff and pull a blanket up around me. “Go to sleep, Gryndren.”

Gryndren sighs. “Goodnight yourself.”

When I wake the following morning, I feel cold air wrap around me. I groan, looking up to see a flicker of daylight above me. I rub my eyes as the harsh, cold wind tickles my nose and makes me sneeze out loud. I wait to hear a voice, but Gryndren doesn’t speak at all. I sit up and see that Gryndren isn’t there.

I slip on my clothes, and follow the draft across the room to find a small crawlspace between the ceiling and the cave wall. I squeeze inside and come out another opening. Spread out before me is rocky terrain that ends in a cliff overlooking a massive lake. Behind me is the large crack in the cave wall that leads outside. I notice the crack is beginning to seal closed, slowly, slowly. I figure that, for a short window of time each day, the crack opens up. If I can find a way down to the lake without breaking my neck, then perhaps I can escape.

I make my way back inside, realizing how cold I have become. As I slip down onto the beach, Gryndren comes flying back into the cave. He lands in the water and paddles over to the shore.

“I’m surprised you’re not trying to climb,” he chuckles.

I shake my head. “I feel beaten up,” I reply. “I was going to give my body some time to wake up before I did anything.”

“Sore?” he asks, his eyes looking me up and down. “How about I give you a rub?”

I grimace at him.

“Too soon?” he smirks. “Oh well, I thought it was worth a shot.”

I roll my eyes in disgust. “I feel like you’re taking every shot.” I stand at the edge of the water, considering going in.

“I like you,” he replies. “Of course I want to take my shot.”

I stop and turn back to him. “Why didn’t you tell me about the other entrance?” I ask him. “The one behind the chambers.” I point towards the chamber of pillows. “It opens and closes in the morning. You could have hinted about it.”

“You found that, huh?” He huffs. “I didn’t tell you because that wasn’t part of the deal. I also didn’t say anything because the drop off that cliff could kill you. And if the fall didn’t, then the icy waters would, or the snow sharks would eat you alive.”

I flich. “Snow sharks?” I ask.

Gryndren gives me a sharp look. “You think dragons are the only ancient creatures in this world? You have no idea about what lies beneath the water. The snow sharks have been around as long as I have, and they don’t care one lick about you.”

“Well I, uh-” I swallow to try and get rid of the dryness rising in my throat. 

“It’s safer for you to attempt your escape here. And at least here, I can catch you if you fall.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Do not go through the cold cave,” he warns darkly. “Or you will die.”

I scoff and sink down into the sand. I hold my knees against my chest and bury my face in them. “There is no possible way I’ll get out of here in three days.”

“It isn’t like you’re going to die if you don’t.” Gryndren nestles down beside me. “I’m not going to kill you, I’m not going to torture you.” He then nudges my elbow. “Unless you’re into that.”

I shove him away. “Gross,” I chuckle.

“You’ve only considered the option of escaping and running,” Gryndren smirks, “but you’ve not taken into account other methods of escape.”

I sneer down at him. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

Gryndren chuckles. “If you make me fall in love with you, I’ll have to do whatever you ask of me. That includes taking you outside and wherever you want to go.”

“That would take even longer than trying to climb out!” I thrust my hand towards the cave entrance. “Love doesn’t take three days.”

Gryndren chuckles. “Then continue to work your way out. Then maybe, during your three days with me, you can work on making me yours.”

My cheeks and chest are burning red hot. “Was that your plan all along?” I snap at him. “Were you just trying to play matchmaker on yourself?”

“I told you, I was bored,” Gryndren chuckles.

I scoff and toss sand at him. “All this time, you’ve been talking about making women moan and how much you like to bury your tongue inside them!” I glare at him. “You’ve been trying to seduce me, but it won’t work!” I storm off, jumping into the water and swimming across the bank, where I continue to try to climb out, despite how much my body is screaming at me to stop. I’m so frustrated and aggravated, I won’t listen.

After a long day, I swim back across the lake. I strip off my dirty and soaked clothes, tossing them over a rock. After what happened this morning Gryndren has been surprisingly silent all day. As I step into the chamber of pillows, I see Gryndren is asleep, curled up into his nest and dozing away.

I scoff, glaring down at him, and walk away towards the chamber with the floor that looks like liquid. I step inside, hearing the hollow echo of silence all around me. I look at the walls, flickering with the glow of the magma within. The ground feels warm against the pads of my feet. 

At the back of the room there is a raised platform with a throne upon it. The high, arched back looks like the mouth of a lion, and the armrests look like paws. I sit down on it, letting the dark green fabric of the seat rub against my skin. I moan softly, relaxing into the chair for a moment.

A sudden urge spikes up inside me. I hate to admit it, but sometimes Gryndren’s stories of sexual conquest got to me. Not that they made me angry, but they made me curious. I would never ever tell him that though. But the curiosity had gotten to me, and I have begun to imagine what a dragon’s tongue would feel like.

I stroke my hand down my body to cup my mound, which is growing warm. I lace my other hand around my breast, gently kneading it and pressing against the nipple. My fingers gently open up my folds. I bite my lip in order to keep myself from making any noise. Even the softest of breaths echoes loudly off the walls. 

I slowly rub my fingertips against the sensitive bud, feeling it stiffen and push itself from the folds. I grope my own breast, squeezing the nipple as it grows hard. I bite harder on my lip as my wetness starts to seep out. I’m becoming hotter and more lightheaded, and my touch is growing more and more intense. I swirl my fingers around my clit, bucking my hips as the sensation grows.

My voice escapes my throat, and a tortured moan of pleasure echoes off the walls and vibrates in my mind. My nectar spills onto the dark green fabric, making the seat grow wet. I move my hand from my breast, having it join the other between my thighs. I slip my fingers inside myself, and another long moan escapes.

My thighs tremble as the heat spikes through my body. My clit aches and my inner walls tighten around my fingers. I pant and wheeze, forgetting to remain quiet. My fingers slosh inside me and then all of me goes tense. I cry out, thrusting my head back as the release courses through me painfully and wonderfully. I gasp and giggle, groaning as my pulse vibrates through my veins, and I melt into the throne.

I then hear a low, dangerous growl. Lifting my head, I gaze at Gryndren standing at the entrance. I move my legs, adjusting myself in the throne as I sit up. He comes closer, his nostrils flared and his body alert.

“Did I wake you?” I pant.

Gryndren cocks his head, sneering down at me. “That is one way of putting it.” He places his hand on my thigh and spreads my legs open. He looks at my slit, which is still red and plump from my arousal. My nectar is thick, oozing out and smearing all over the seat. Gryndren lets out a sound between a whine and a snarl, his tongue darting out as if tasting the air.

I angle out my hips, spreading my thighs more so he can see. I’m feeling cocky, drunk off my orgasam and eager to see him squirm. “You still have to wait one more day.” I cup my hand over my mound. 

“Don’t you think I know that?” he snarls. “I have been counting the hours, the minutes, the painfully slow seconds.”

I slowly move my hand away, showing him the sticky nectar between my fingers. His tongue lashes out, licking them clean. “You aren’t impatient, are you?”

“Frustrated,” he breathes. 

I pet my hand down again, slipping my fingers inside while he watches. “Well, I can’t just let this slide,” I moan. “If you want to vent your frustrations, it will not be for free.” I gasp and moan, all a show for him, to torture him.

“What do you want?” Gryndren growls. 

I giggle. “Oh no, no, it is simply not going to be that easy for you.” I cross my legs and sit erect in the throne. “One more day, or… maybe-” I drag out his torment.

“What?” he hisses.

“If I let you taste me now, then I want you to take a portion of your treasure and deliver it to the Polar for me.” I smirk at him. “I doubt you’d let me out, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t mind giving up your fortune for me.”

Gryndren snarls. “My gold? My hoard?” he scoffs. “That’s all you want?”

“Send word to have it delivered to my sister,” I giggle. I spread my thighs open again for him, letting him see I have grown wetter. “All you need to do is load up my little boat without having it sink.”

Gryndren kneels down before the throne. “What will you allow me?”

I angle my hips out, spreading my legs for him. “You can taste, but do not touch,” I moan. “You can only touch yourself.”

“Perfect. That’s all I want,” Gryndren moans. He inches in, and his long tongue licks along my thighs. It twitches and flexes, then pushes against my mound. It feels harder and thicker than I thought. I let out a moan, then gasp as he pushes inside. I whimper, closing my eyes as his tongue stretches me. I squeeze around him, pulsing as he writhes within me. He moans and slurps, his body going tense.

“Ah-” I gasp, our voices echoing off the walls. Grydren ruts against the floor. Looking down I can see two cocks rubbing the ground, both pitch-black with a silvery core. I bite my lip, trying to keep my voice in check, but he feels so good inside, so thick, so warm. I let out a cry and my body shudders. Looking down again, I see his eyes glaring at me. I meet his gaze as my back starts to arch.

Gryndren snarls, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside. I cry out, writhing on the chair and nearly kicking Gryndren in the face. He roars, snarling and bucking as his cocks release on the floor. His seed is silvery and sparkles, and he leaves a puddle of it. 

His tongue slowly slips out, laying against my thigh as he places his head in my lap.

I gasp and moan, still trembling from my release. I gaze down at him with a smile blooming on my lips.

“I have so missed that flavor,” Gryndren moans. “You have made me a very happy man.”

I rub the top of his head. “It wasn’t so bad,” I relax. “You’ve surprised me, Gryndren.”

He raises his head and lifts himself off the ground. He picks me up, carrying me back to the bedchamber. Once there, he lays me down and nestles beside me.

“How do you feel?” His voice is a low, calming rumble.

I sigh, stretching out as my whole body feels liquid. “Amazing. Although I’m afraid I will be sore come morning.”

Gryndren raises his head. “What? Did I hurt you?”

I scoff and smile. “No, idiot.” I bite my lips. “It’s been a bit since I last, well, indulged like that.” I confess. “Your tongue did quite a number I’m not used to.”

“Oh,” he gasps. “Well...” He lays back down beside me. “If you hurt, I’ll be sure to take care of you,” he whispers. “If you’ll let me.”

“I have one more day. I can still try to escape.” I roll onto my side to face him. “And you have a boat to fill with treasure.”

“Not to worry, I’ll do as you asked of me.” Gryndren sighs. “I’ll still in rapture,” he breathes.

I close my eyes. “Yeah,” I whisper. “It wasn’t terrible.” My slit is still sensitive, and I crave more. Once again, I fear that my plan has backfired on me.