Kael
Belladonna shimmies out of her cloak, revealing a lithe, curveless figure. I watch magic glimmer over her skin as the cloak falls to the ground in a puddle at her feet, her narrow body covered in nothing but a slip that’s seen better days.
I laugh at her, shaking my head as she reaches for my cuffs. “Babies? You think I’ll willingly f**k you, witch? Is that what you’re planning to use us for? Breeding? Are you that weak as a people? Will no other men f**k you?”
Her magic ripples over my skin, leaving me momentarily numb. I can’t move when she takes off the cuffs, smiling wickedly as she rolls me onto my back, and I’m paralyzed.
“Dragons are strong and long-lived. Your scales make our magic, our potions, more potent. Your bones are hard as diamonds and make for the best weapons.
