Taming the dragon - A slave to the prince

25.

What? How does he know? 

'You must be about 20 years old now if I'm not wrong. Oh you've become a truly magnificent woman. Just like your mother was.' He goes on.

'Excuse me my lord, but how do you know who I am?' But he doesn't seem to hear me, he goes on.

'The only thing I don't understand is how I didn't know from the start. Why didn't I sense anything?' 

A little louder this time: 'Excuse me! My lord, how do you know who I am?' I ask.

'Ah yes, I'm very sorry lady Rana. I must've known you were too young when we last met. I was a close friend of your mother. I was her teacher until she met your father on one of her journeys, but we always stayed in touch. She truly was a special woman. How do you feel?'

'I- wh- huh? Uhm..' This is getting weird. 'Well, I'm glad I met Tristan and that he saved me...'

'Yes! Yes I knew it! I knew you 2 would find each other. ' And it is then that he finally notices the cuffs on my wrists. 'What are those?'

'My cuffs sir, I'm a slave.' Raising an eyebrow. How did he know about Tristan and I? His mouth forms an O and he gently take my wrists in his hand.

'This aren't cuffs from the Kingdom...'

Tristan starts walking towards us 'Altar-' But the grandmaster raises his hand making Tristan stop talking. He keeps looking at me but now with a raised eyebrow and a really intense look. It's creeping me out.

'Did your mother ever told you the story of the first sky dragon and the moon?'

Surprised by his question I nod. 'Yes my lord, but what-'

'Tell me. Tell me the story. Or tell Tristan the story, I don't think he ever heard it before.'

'Oh well, uhm. When the world was still young the sun saw his beloved moon every night but he couldn't touch her for he had to go when she appeared. They were both in great grief until the sun saw a bird flying. He hoped the bird would fly so high that it could reach the moon but when he wanted to put his soul in it the bird burned from its touch. He went mad and his flames became hotter, all the plants withered and the ground was dry. Then one day he saw a black salamander running around in the extreme heat and climbing a volcano. Full of hope the sun took the salamander, putted his heart and soul in the animal until a dragon emerged from the swirling lava. That was the first dragon Solon that represented his love for the moon.' 

'Go on.' 

'Full of expectations the dragon flew to the moon that night and although she stretched out her arms as far as she could, however high the dragon flew they could still not touch each other. The moon cried and cried until her tears fell into the sea. The waves got higher and wilder and created a whirlpool. Out of this whirlpool appeared a beautiful woman with the shadow of a dragon. This was the moon goddess Lunar and she represented her love for the sun. Finally they could be together. And where ever they go they always find each other.'

'Did she ever told you anything else?' Anything else? It's just a story...

'No, is there more to the story?'

'No, well yes but I have to confirm something. I must see some people and gather some informations before we can speak of it again. When all is clear I promise that I will tell you everything.' What is it with old men and acting mysterious, I really don't like it.

I give him a light smile. 'Grandmaster, could we, maybe, talk about my parents the next time? I've never met anyone who actually knew them.'

'Ofcourse, but I don't know if you're ready for all the wild stories I can tell about them.' And he starts laughing loud. ' Prince Tristan, I promise I will pay you a visit soon. I think your father wanted to see you to start of the festivities. Can I just borrow Rana for a moment before you leave?'

Tristan looks at me and nods. When he walks away Altar returns his attention towards me.

'I know he can be a handful. The more people call you a monster the more you start to believe them and start acting like one. He may seem cruel and cold sometimes but trust me, he has so much to give and deep inside his heart is dying to be understood. Just be patient and honest. Be yourself and trust him. Promise me you'll look after him?'

I nod and just looking at Tristans face makes me smile. I'm just curious why everyone keeps calling him a beast or monster. He has been nothing but kind to me and when the memory of this morning flashed into my mind I can't help but blush. I bow my head one last time before I rush to Tristan.

He closes the door and we start walking.

'So what did Altar say to you?' He asks quietly.

'Nothing special, just that deep inside you secretly have a big soft heart that's waiting to show.' I smirk and point my finger at his chest.

'Really?' He pushes me against the wall. With one hand caressing my neck and the other one on my hip he continues with a husky voice. 'He may think I have a soft heart but right now I have something else waiting to show... something not so soft... something hard...' He whispers in my ear sending giving me goosebumps. I look down when I feel his big bulge pressing against me. O gods, here we go again, I moan just at the tought. 

'What are you doing to me?' I whisper while looking him in the eyes. I press my hands against his chest and start to play with the fabric of his shirt.

'I can ask you the same thing.' His voice is hoarse and his eyes are filled with lust. Yet he kisses me softly. I pull him a little closer putting more pressure on our lips. The hand on my hip is going slowly under my skirt, playing with the fabric of my panties. He groans as he struggles a bit to pull it to the side.

'From now on, you can't wear any more panties.' I'm starting to get wet. 'I want to feel, smell, taste you whenever and where ever I want. After seeing you talk to another man, even if it was Altar... I just want to take you right here, right now so that you know you belong to me.' He turns me roughly so I'm facing the wall now. He keeps pressing his member against me and starts massaging my breast with one hand and going into my skirt again with the other. While kissing my neck up and down, licking and nibbling the skin he starts pressing my slit. 

'What - mmmm- if someone- mmmhhm- catches us?' I ask between my breath. Even if it's exciting, I don't want to get into trouble. He ignores my question and starts accelerating and moving on. His hand is now in my panties, pressing my button. He's going up and down my slit to wetten his fingers, making circles, rubbing up and down against my button. I can't control my moans and push my butt back. I start jerking against him, I'm getting close... I want to feel him inside me! I turn my head to the side and try to look at him. Suddenly he takes my hand and leads it to my dripping p***y. He starts pressing my fingers, drawing circles with them on my c**t. I get the hint and continue while he puts 2 fingers inside me. 'O gods, yes!' 'I can't hold back much longer.'

'Say my name while you cum.' His voice is stern. It's turning me on even more.

'Tristan.' I whisper between my moans. I keep calling his name faster and faster while his fingers move faster inside me. I'm rubbing myself harder and I feel the heat rising. 

Just a little more... When he pinches my n****e and starts twisting it I c*m. With his fingers still inside my p***y I feel my walls clenching and my juices dripping down my legs. 

'What are you doing to me?' I ask once again while he helps me straightening myself up. He doesn't answer, he just licks his fingers and starts walking again.