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“There—now all is as it should be.” Krynn nodded in apparent satisfaction. “Now let us go, my Lady. We need to return to the Palace.”
“All right.” I fished the keys out of my pocket and twirled them around one finger. “I’ll drive.”
“Sorry, Princess but I don’t think Krynn and I can fit in your little human vehicle,” Sel said dryly as we walked out the door and down the front steps together.
“Oh? Then how are we supposed to get back to the Palace?” I asked, deliberately keeping my head turned so I didn’t have to see the “grease spot on the ground” that was all that remained of my ex-husband. Something told me I was probably going to have more guilt about that later, but I couldn’t deal with it right at that moment, so I did my best to push it out of my mind.
“You can come back with us,” Krynn told me. “We brought a big enough ride for all three of us.”
“A big enough ride?” I asked, frowning suspiciously. “What exactly are we riding? Some kind of magic flying carpet or something?”
“Of course not,” Sel said, leading us around the side of the house. “It’s a?—”
But before he could finish, a perfectly enormous head came down on a long, snaky neck from among the tall oak trees where it had apparently been hiding and hovered right in front of us.
33
Seldarin
“Oh my God!” Princess Lilliana gasped and jumped backwards. She stumbled and would have fallen if I hadn’t caught her.
“Brulish, halt!” I called, giving the Drake a stern command. “I told you not to just appear like that,” I scolded him as he snuffed at the ground with his wide, flaring nostrils. “Now look—you scared the Princess nearly to death!”
“What…what is that?” she breathed, finally regaining her breath and looked at Brulish with wide eyes.
“A Drake,” Krynn answered for me as Brulish bobbed his huge, scaly head in a friendly way.
“Don’t worry—he’s tame,” I told her. “I raised him from an egg. He won’t hurt you, will you, Brulish?”
Brulish swung his heavy head in negation. I couldn’t help noting that his head was about the same size as Princess Lilliana’s dusty, beat-up vehicle that she called a “mili-van.” The difference being that the three of us would not have fit comfortably into her vehicle, whereas there was plenty of room on Brulish’s broad back.
“So you flew here on a dragon?” she asked, still wide-eyed as Brulish unfurled his huge wings from his scaly back. It was a good thing the human house was in a secluded area on a large piece of land, I thought. Otherwise Brulish would never have fit.
“How do you think we got here so quickly?” Krynn said. “Drake-back is always the fasted form of travel.”
“Come, Princess,” I told her. “Let me help you up.”
Brulish lay down on his belly obediently and rested his enormous chin on the ground. He closed his wide, golden, dinner-plate-sized eyes as I took the Princess by her waist and lifted her up onto his scaly snout.
“Oh my God—what am I supposed to do now?” she gasped, holding on carefully to one of Brulish’s eye ridges.
“Just run along his spine to the base of his neck,” I told her. “There’s a natural hollow between the dorsal spines where we can all sit.”
She did as I said, walking quickly and carefully down the length of Brulish’s neck, using his dorsal spines as hand-holds as she did. Krynn leaped lightly up behind her and I stayed for a minute to give Brulish instructions.
“Back to the Palace,” I told him, when he opened his huge golden eye to look at me. “And be sure you fly smoothly. That’s the rightful Queen of the Midnight Court you’ve got on your back.”
Brulish snorted a puff of hot steam around my knees to show he understood. Drakes can’t talk, but they’re very intelligent. I could tell he knew what an honor it was to carry the Princess.
“Good.” I thumped him on his snout affectionately and then jumped up on top of his head myself. In moments I was running along his spine and throwing my leg over his neck. The Princess was settled behind me and Krynn was behind her—keeping her between us was the best way to be sure she’d be safe while we were flying.
Brulish spread his enormous, sail-like wings and flapped downward, stirring up a bevy of mini-dust devils and rustling the branches of the trees loudly. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, I thought. Anyone living near the house would think the high winds caused by the Drake’s wings were part of the terrible lightning storm which had tragically killed Princess Lilliana’s ex-mate.
I shook my head when I thought of the limp corpse I’d incinerated with my lightning. There hadn’t been a single drop of blood left in that body—the Princess had taken it all.
That would have been you—you and Krynn both, whispered a little voice in my head. I knew it was right. The Thirst had been riding Princess Lilliana hard—it wasn’t surprising that she’d lost control and killed during her first Quenching. The only thing that did surprise me was the fact that she’d had enough control to run away from me and Krynn instead of biting us and draining us in the Quenching Parlor. Truly, she was something special.
I couldn’t help remembering though, how I had both dreaded and longed for her bite. My cock throbbed when I thought of how she’d been rubbing against me, sliding her soft, wet pussy up and down my rigid length as her sharp white fangs skated dangerously along my throat…
