I jogged at a steady pace through the jungle while howls of many dragons filled the sky like haunting music. Dragons only howled in extreme circumstances, and right now, many of the dragons were being injected with a deadly poison from a local tree frog in this area of the Patter Forest.
The King, Ross the “Great” wanted all dragons tamed and controlled by local Warlords to be loyal pets under the Kings dominion. It was far fetched, reckless and just plain stupid that Ross the Great had gone to such great lengths to make his dream come true.
I myself tagged along on this newest mission to lure the dragons in with a strong peace scent so I could disable as many of the traps as possible. It was treason, yeah, but I couldn’t live with myself by not doing anything. I was allowed to come because I was a natural Healer, I could heal by drawing power from the earth. I could help any of the injured that would indefinitely come with this suicidal mission to bring the dragons under control, so I was using this opportunity to my full advantage.
I was meant to be back at the main trap site but I already had an excuse planned for later when I’d be questioned where I had disappeared too. I had disabled two outsider traps already, and there were at least 16 traps altogether. The central traps had already been successful so I only had a chance at disabling one more trap on the outside perimeter before it’d be too dangerous to be out in the open, especially with blood thirsty, revenge seeking dragons flying above. The only protection I had was the dense coverage which made it harder for the dragons to land.
I saw the last trap ahead of me and quickly went down on my knees to smother the rock that emitted the peace scent with mud. It would effectively counteract the scent and be disabled completely. It was as I finished smothering the scent rock that I realized just how quiet it was. In fact, it was deadly silent and that only meant one thing.
Ever so slowly I raised my head and looked ahead, nothing, to my left, nothing, then slowly to my right. A glowing pair of blue-green eyes level with my head was staring straight at me. I sucked in a breath, fear closing off my throat and making my heart start to race at surely an unhealthy speed. I slowly made out the outline of the humungous black head, and the long glinting fangs, the length of a short sword. I closed my eyes in silent acceptance.
I was going to die.
Author’s NOTE for MATURE THEMES in the TWIN DRAGONS SERIES
Real world sex is not portrayed in this story. It’s fake. It’s not realistic in any sense. It’s over dramatised fantasy with completely over dramatised sex scenes, erotica and other mature themes such as BDSM which are also described completely unrealistically. I do this as a writing style for entertainment, so you can read over the top dark male characters that are wild but it’s safe because it’s words on paper with dragons and magic and unrealistic ideals. I repeat. Words on paper. Fantasy. A made up story.
Nor should it be considered ideal in any sense.
Be safe and take care of yourselves always!
...and don’t read on if you’re not a fan of hardcore erotica. It gets very mature and it’s not for the faint of heart. If you want domineering Dragon Lords, continue. If you want a sweet boy-next-door romance, look elsewhere!
Now - enjoy the DRAGONS :) ...!