Chapter 1
“There’s fire in my soul… mm… hmm… oh… I hate you so…” I draw my painted finger on the cave wall. A charcoal smear covers the grey rock. I sing under my breath.
I was pregnant with twins for the most feared Twin Dragons.
Dragon Lords Hael and Lochness.
I am currently in a secluded birthing chamber they locked me in at the 3-month mark. It is when I started to show and others could see. It’s also when I started to feel quite… emotional. I was already an emotional storm – now I was crying at everything, absolutely everything.
Chains drag with my ankles, locked to the iron in the walls. I would usually wear a collar for my mates but it has been removed, to keep me comfortable. My skin is kissed by a special soft leather, wrapped around my breasts. A new leather bra. My skirt drops to my ankles and is made of a velvet emerald green material, resting over my small baby bump.
I can move from one end of the chamber to the next. I’m at the far end, as far as the chains will take me. I am kneeling at the cave wall upon which I can paint, sun shines through a gap if I want to get some sunshine along here, although right now it’s only the moon that shows above my head.
I remember the mage’s words on her first visit to me, she was in charge of my medical care.
“ Dragon Lords are fiercely protective of their first babes. Don’t judge them for their instinct to hide you away. ”
She had tried to reason with me. Said other things I didn’t like that I was blocking out.
As far as I was concerned, I was going to be in here until the time came to birth my babies.
Lochness and Hael betrayed me, tricking me into this cell yesterday!
I hadn’t realised how free I was roaming around their mountain complex until I was placed in a chamber I could not escape from.
Since I have paint in the bowl, I draw absent mindedly on the wall. Pictures of Lochness’ sword length fangs, a giant grin for those he would devour. Hael was already painted, wings outstretched in flight.
I’ve been humming a song, to ward off my mates.
I’m angry. When am I not?
But even more than anger at being locked away from all my friends and hidden away like their most prized treasure – which I suppose I am – I’m angry at the emotions reaching new turbulent heights.
If my mates were feeling ultra controlling, in a need to protect me?
I was feeling menacingly bratty.
I’m already crying and I don’t even know why, I guess it’s just the desire to piss them off and I can’t because I’m chained away in some isolated part of the Requiem mountains. Completely at their mercy! Completely and utterly! It’s also the desire to run and I’m shackled permanently.
All my games had come to an abrupt end.
My tears continue to fall and I use them to add more wetness to the ground up paint, so I can smear dark black charcoal into Lochness’ scales.
I can’t sing with my throat clogged up. My wet fingers drag down the painting, as moonlight shines down on my face and a light breeze moves down the hole, ruffling my long red hair… the wind swirls around my chamber.
I breathe in the fresh air for only a moment, and then the breeze is gone.
I almost whimper, but I stick to just silently crying, a flood of new tears stream down my face as I droop my head to the wall and I rest my forehead against the cool stone.
I’d have to stand and drag myself back to bed soon.
I sob for my freedom. And I can’t stop. Once the tears start, my hormones won’t switch off the tap. It’s honestly embarrassing, I must look so pathetic to my mates when they come visit me.
I used to be so strong and wild.
Now I make puddles with my tears.
Maybe they could drown on my tears – I wish.
“You need to eat dinner, my sad little one,” I hear a softly cruel voice over my head, as a large and lithe hand appears in front of my vision, one finger encased with an onyx ring and green emerald. A marriage ring – that I gave to my mate just a week before he’d lock me away! Lochness’ fingers wipe over my cheeks, his hand is so big he wipes both cheeks at the same time.
I close my eyes as I enjoy the skin to skin contact. My brand heats and my skin trembles, then I just as quickly banish the soft thoughts.
I push back into him, he was squatting behind me after misting in.
I look back up at Lochness with fire in my eyes.
“I hate your stupid face,” I whisper, “I was fine out there with my friends – I was free – a-and – and – then you –” my husky voice goes squeaky when another choking sob almost takes hold. I try hard to push it down, since I didn’t want to fuel his sadism. At least not too much. Lochness is holding my face, his fingers across my chin and jaw, simply looking down at me glaring up at him, “And don’t call me an ugly crier or an ugly rat,” I growl, getting ahead of him, “You lying bastard.”
Lochness blinks, not even angry at me. I had noticed that all my temper tantrums related to pregnancy had gone without punishment as of late. So at least I could swear my head off and he’d take it.
“On the contrary, you’re beautiful when you cry Madeline,” Lochness smirks just a little, his thumb pressing to my swollen lip and parting it from my top lip, feeling it’s plumpness, “…and I wouldn’t put a rat in gold chains… you’ve definitely upgraded to at least a well-groomed rat,” Lochness sees my twitching lips as I struggle to move out, away from his seductive hand. He does not let me escape. Instead, his hand slips down to my bare neck, where a collar should be. It’s funny how I was missing that damn thing. But now Nessy can squeeze my throat, and he does, making me choke for a split second. I slap my hands to his wrist and he’s staring at my trembling mouth, “…aww… little love… pregnancy is so hard, isn’t it, sweety?”
“Mm,” I agree with a moan, “Yes – you handsome bastard. Kiss me and get me dinner. Now.”
Nessy hates it when I give orders.
His green eyes spark as his hand tightens, choking me just a bit longer as he leans down to kiss me anyway – only to bite my lip and glare into my eyes.
6 more months of the sweetest torture and isolation. By the end, you’ll be compliant for me, won’t you brat?
His mental voice kisses my mind.
“Never,” I whisper as Lochness lets go of my nipped lip and his fingers leave my throat to twist in my hair, pulling on it, “I hate your kisses too,” a major lie.
“Never,” Lochness mimics me, before mentioning, “You love my mouth, Maddie.”
Lochness uses the brand to manipulate me, heating it on my back and making my legs squeeze together as I fall limp back into his chest, closing my eyes and trying to catch my panting breath.
“Dinner is after you serve me, my pretty wife… please… cry all over me, sweety,” Lochness lifts me up and puts me on my knees, as he pivots around me and mists out of leather pants. Glorius and naked, he puts a hand on my head and places his velvet giant cock across my cheek, while I pout and I put my hands on his thighs, “…before you get any lazier, rat…” Lochness glares a challenge. I scowl and bang my fist into his leg. He growls deep from his chest, “No more misbehaving,” he takes my wrists and lifts them above my head, apprehending me.
I lean closer to his balls so I can hide away.
I just end up crying against his cock, while he hardens even further. I glare up at him again and he’s licking his lips.
Better, Lochness kisses my mind, I love you, teary-eyed and weak for once.
“Enough, stop playing with the mouse,” Hael snarls from the entry and Lochness quickly unhands me with a vile laugh, “I’m watching you, brother. She’s pregnant. Stop stressing her out.”
Lochness stands off to the side of me, having the gall to look slightly guilty.
He even takes a step further away from me. I keep staring at his delicious cock which was right there a moment ago. I bite my lip and wince when I accidentally get the bitten nipped flesh from before.
“…brother… Madeline is simply gorgeous like this – completely fucking trapped and serving us every moment. Can’t you sense her weakening?” Lochness plays on my emotions, teasing me, “As she becomes a… mother?”
“Shut up,” I growl, “Stop looking so smug as I grow fat.”
Lochness raises a sharp brow, taken aback. He clearly doesn’t think that’s the case. It makes me blush that he genuinely thinks I’m really dumb for even saying that. Now I’m just embarrassed further. FUCK! I hate my head right now.
“Come here,” Hael snarls quietly at Lochness, “Madeline. Dinner. Come. Unless you have an objection to eating food?” Hael sounds ultra protective and calm. I can see Lochness and Hael both glaring at one another.
Usually so brotherly.
Now they clearly have different desires for me.
Hael wants to defend me and pamper.
Lochness wants to hurt me with scorching-earth orgasms.
He had been obsessed with how I kept bursting into tears with all the recent fucking we were participating in. Every orgasm made me cry. To be fair, it was the best past time being trapped in here, honestly.
I stand and walk back to Hael with Lochness at my side, his eyes wracking over me and leaving trails of heat on my skin.
I hadn’t been communicating with Hael that much. I was angry at him too.
The dinner looks and smells amazing, however.
I sit down at the table and I pick up the fork and knife.
Hael sits opposite me and his eyes are sharp, with one look I know he wants me to wait.
“When do you think you can you begin, Maddie?” Hael asks, enforcing discipline.
“When you say I can. You said I could eat before so…”
“No. When you’re at the table. You’re still in training. You can eat now, mouse… slow… yes?” Hael’s eyes burn, “…put down the utensils…” I’m confused but I obey just to annoy Lochness, “I’m feeding you tonight, sweetheart,” Hael takes the fork and the knife, stabbing the fork into the greens, “Because I want you to look at me. Stop thinking. Just relax and calm down, little love.”
Hael hovers the fork next to my lips, and I reluctantly open my mouth and take a bite.
What a good girl, Hael sounds so proud of me.
I smile and when I look to the side without turning my head, Lochness is leaning against the wall, silent as stone.
Hael cuts a piece of meat and offers it to me. I take another bite, chewing and pressing my hands between my legs.
“For your obedience you’ll get a reward,” Hael surprises me, “Cheer up, mouse.”
Is this the first time I’m getting a reward in how fucking long?
I’ll take it.
“Tonight… I want you to fuck me and I want Lochness to watch… and then I want him to wait until the next day… I’m your good little mouse, Hael, I’ll do anything for you,” I can’t help but smirk as I ask this, sounding a little feral – but I was stir crazy being stuck in this stupid chamber.
Hael stabs the fork into more vegetables, twirling it in some sauce.
“No, I can’t give you that. We don’t reward brat behaviour. You will be shared between us as usual,” Hael shakes his head, offering me more food.
Seriously?
This time my mouth stays shut as I just glare
“…Maddie…” Hael growls, seeing my defiance.
“A counter offer,” Lochness waltzes over and stands behind, “Eat your food, sweety.”
“Or?” I pipe up, curious what he’ll say.
“We’ll go flying,” Lochness’ fingers thread through my hair, while I open my mouth. I start to eat even faster than before, “You love it, don’t you, you little sky whore?”
I swallow the food and I admit with some cheekiness, “I do love being your little whore… when I’m in the mood for you, Nessy,” I respond with a grin.
“He was talking about flying, specifically, he said the sky, oh sweety,” Hael chuckles, winking at me.
I stop chewing on my next bite, suddenly paling.
You love it, don’t you… you little sky whore? He h-he did mean flying. Nessy wasn’t talking about pleasure… and… I –
I – I just incidentally admitted to Nessy… that I enjoyed his dirty fucked up sex games.
Fuck.
I hesitantly look over at him.
Lochness is standing behind me, looking quite tame and cute – which was always a warning.
He doesn’t even pull on my hair, he pets through my curls more gently.
“Knew it,” Lochness whispers over me, “Finally I get to hear it, sweety.”
Damn it! NO!
He knew.
He wasn’t ever meant to truly know.
I was never ever meant to truly admit it to either of them; how I loved it.
But I can’t take back what I said.
Blast this cursed birthing chamber! In this cell, I was breaking for them faster than ever. If I wasn’t careful, day by night, month by month, I’d finally become the perfect submissive little rat.
Oh, gods… the mere thought is haunting.
