Children of the dragon 1: The crimson knight

"Rum!" The man in red rotten hood asks, calling the attention of the entire inn. "Only cheap rum for you, stranger," the owner replies with a neutral expression, trying to get a glimpse of his identity. "Whatever…" the man agrees, revealing his black mane and his cold blue eyes. He is young, maybe eighteen years old, 200 cm tall, fair complexion, muscular body. He's a warrior. He puts a silver coin on the table and when he does the owner can see the expensive padded protection, gambeson, under his hood, and the silver rapier with the jewel in the handle. Magical. He's no ordinary man. "I'm... so sorry, sir. My name is Julio," the owner brings up. He is wise. His life has taught him a lot. "I'm still waiting for my drink, Mr. Julio," red hood adds. "My apologies!" Julio lets out, giving him a cup instead of a jar. "please, accept this whiskey, it's the best that I can offer." The man drinks, all at once, again and again. He is young. He shouldn't be drinking like that. He had a hard day, Julio thinks and has an idea. "Moka!" he calls and the young servant responds, coming from the kitchen. "What now Julio?" she says, tired. She has a long golden mane falling on her back, her skin has a copper tone colored by the exposure to the sun. Beautiful. "Please, help him with whatever he needs," Julio says. She raises her eyebrows, scanning the man and then Julio. "Excuse me?" "I had a long day…" the man intervenes, glancing at her, and she takes a closer look at him. His voice is attractive and he's good-looking, but nothing more. Then she finds his blue eyes and feels butterflies in her gut. She feels he's dangerous. I would love your company tonight. She reads in those eyes. She looks at Julio. He knows what she does with the clients sometimes. He allows her to do it in his establishment. She needs the money, after all. "It won't be cheap," she clarifies, feeling the uncomfortable sight of Julio. "I will give you-" Julio begins, but the man interrupts him with an elegant movement of his hand. Was Julio going to offer to pay me? she thinks, her eyes wide open in surprise. Then she notices the blade of the man with the guard that resembles roses and thorns. His mastery is bewitching her. He knows very well where to touch and how to touch. He cherishes her nudity, every sensible spot, driving her crazy. Nobody has touched her like that. She feels clumsy and clueless between his hands while he enjoys her reactions, devoted to her joy. And joy quickly arrives at her, but when it does, he stops, denying her the desired c****x. He looks ecstatic. Yet his cold eyes burn with dark blue fire, in perfect control. She discovers herself wanting to break that control, to set him free. "They say that one shouldn't make love the night before facing death," he lets out. "So... you are p-paying to make me love?" she replies, cherishing his strong chest, his abdominal muscles. How much you must have worked to be this tough, she thinks, admiring his powerful body and scars. "Oh, goddess…" she gasps for air, feeling his manhood. The bed, rocks hard, hitting the walls of the room over and over, while they do their best to keep breathing, no giving each other a second to rest, walking over the clouds together, running, on the sharp edge which is the instant before absolute ecstasy and the purest ecstasy itself. It's a game. Their game. He loves her all night, desperately looking for a connection that isn't there and she enjoys, trapped into a storm of pleasure, with the unending fire of his lust and love reaching the depths of her being, driving her insane. She doesn't want it to end, but when the rooster sings the man takes her to the limits of pleasure, nearly breaking her. And it ends. Nobody has made her anything like that before and even when she feels a bit hurt, she has loved it. He is gone when she wakes up and she wishes he had stayed. She gets dressed, takes the six coins of gold from the bedside table, and goes downstairs. She finds Julio in the bar. "Good afternoon," he greets her. "Good afternoon," she replies. "Your gentleman left very happy but extremely tired…" he comments. "What did you do to him?" "None of your business!" she replies. He's always good at making inappropriate comments. "Oh! I understand! I'm so sorry!" he apologizes. She sighs. "Where did he go?" she asks. "He left the city in the morning, said he had a long journey ahead," Julio answers. "Said thank you for the night." Her cheeks turn red. "Ah… anyway, are you coming to see the execution?" she quickly changes the subject, happy that he left some words behind. "Oh, yes! My family wouldn't miss it! It's a witch after all!"