Half A Dragon's Heart

[prissy_kytten]

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Bethany, had lived a quite life until the day the King had stormed into her house and demanded that her father hand her over to him.
Her father had handed her over without a fight, after all he had seven children and one less sounded good to him.

And so Bethany became the king property, her slim 5'8 slightly curvy body became his to use as he chose, when he chose.

Bethany's was made to keep her long black hair loose at all times so he could use it as a leash, tugging on it when he wanted to use her body.

Every time he touched her, her silver eyes shot sparks of hatred at him, she had been herre for six monthes and still she resisted, he would never break her spirit she vowed.

 

[LittleGary]

Andre stormed into his chambers, angry as usual, with the world in general. His eyes moved quickly around the room, seeking his current favorite, a dark haired wench named Bethany. She had been with him for six months now, and he sometimes wondered why he kept her around. She was quite beautiful, but she wasn't as busty as he usually liked. No, what it was that inspired him, was her fire. Even after 6 months, she refused to give into his every command. Oh, he ended up getting what he wanted, but it was always a challenge.

"Bethany. Get in here, I have need of you" he demanded in a loud voice. "She did know better than to make him go hunt for her."

He waited for her with his arms folded across his massive chest. He thought back to the day he had taken her from her father, and smiled as he remembered their first night together. He looked at the tiny scar that ran along his arm, and grunted. Yes, she did have fire.

 

[Kaena]

Keira watched the men her father were training from the shelter of the doorway. She had to remain hidden to ensure her father did not see her there. Her father didnt like her hanging around the training grounds, preferring her to stay home and learn from other women in the household how to act like a proper lady. Problem was, she was not a proper lady and she didnt want to be one. She wanted to be a knight like her father was and her three brothers were training to be. Each night after everyone was in bed she practiced the fighting moves she had seem her father teaching them that day, half the time coercing the stable boy to help her. Instead of wearing ladies dresses which were the proper attire for a woman at the time, she preferred to dress in hand me downs from her brothers, often wearing tunics and riding pants that were too large and hid her budding figure well. She almost always had a small sword buckled at her belt, more to use for practice than for protection. Her father had originally scolded her for carrying the sword, saying it was not the proper lady thing to do, but when reports of missing woman started to surface in the village and he saw how well she could use the sword he reluctantly allowed her to keep it. Though he would never admit it to her face he was proud of her and the fact that she could take care of herself, making it so he didnt have to worry about her as much as some fathers had to with their daughters.

Keira continued to watch each of the moves her father was teaching the men, committing them to memory so that she could practice them later that night. Of course she had other reasons for watching the men working out, she was a woman after all. All those strong, muscular men sweating as they flipped each other into the dirt was definetely a show worth watching.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Andre stormed into his chambers, angry as usual, with the world in general. His eyes moved quickly around the room, seeking his current favorite, a dark haired wench named Bethany. She had been with him for six months now, and he sometimes wondered why he kept her around. She was quite beautiful, but she wasn't as busty as he usually liked. No, what it was that inspired him, was her fire. Even after 6 months, she refused to give into his every command. Oh, he ended up getting what he wanted, but it was always a challenge.

"Bethany. Get in here, I have need of you" he demanded in a loud voice. "She did know better than to make him go hunt for her."

He waited for her with his arms folded across his massive chest. He thought back to the day he had taken her from her father, and smiled as he remembered their first night together. He looked at the tiny scar that ran along his arm, and grunted. Yes, she did have fire.

Bethany heard him bark out his order to her, but she was in no mood to be ordered about, he could wait, she did not feel like running to do his bidding.

Walking calmly out of her chamber that was joined to his she said "to what do I own this dishonor." Smirking she would have cut him down where he stood if it was possible.

 

[LittleGary]

Andre could hear the didain in Bethanys voice.to what do I own this dishonorOne day he would be finished with her, and then they would see where her attitude got her.

He walked across the room, and grabbed her by her long, loose hair. He began to walk across the room towards his bed.

"It has been a bad day, thus far, and I am need of something to relieve my tension. You will have to do"

He roughly shoved her towards the bed. "Now get undressed, and minister to my needs."

 

[prissy_kytten]

Tumbling onto the bed on her hands and knees Bethany crawled to the other side of the bed, here we go again she thought.

"minister to your own needs, I don't want you" she spat in his direction to show how little she thought of him.

Glaring at him she all but dared him to take what he wanted.

"You well get no pleasure from me that is not taken, but what else would I expect from someone as twisted and sick as you."

 

[PaintaPicture]

Micka sat on one of her young stallions close to the end of his training. He would soon sold to either the king or one of the knights. As she trotted through the back forest and then moving to a nice canter jumping over logs in her path giving and then giving the animal run, letting him have some fun as it opened to a large field, the freedom of it all was amazing. She still thought of taking one of her horses and running away. Where she would go she didnt know. The next town was far, and she was sure she'd be dragged back by someone. Walking on her horse back through town, people looking at her strangely, she was one of maybe three girls her age that wasnt already married and had children, and she didnt want too. She dressed in riding pants, riding boots, and tunics she hand sewed.

Her long black hair in braids, she stayed on the horse looking at the castle and the sky wondering what it was like to be somewhere else or to have lots of money. Sighing deeply while the sun layed upon her tan skin.

 

[Copperheed]

Nathan had just come from his secret hideout, where he’d smoked his half of the doe he’d caught, the other half going to the(is there more than one) sargent of arms. He saw a woman on a horse gallop by. That’s a rare sight indeed he thought. Very few women could ride a horse at a real gallop, and very few were as pretty. To bad she was riding so fast though. She’d probably get along great with his sister Keira. That’d be a pair to tangle with, he mused.

Heading towards the castle at a lope, he hoped the message his father had left was actually important instead of another on how he should do good deeds with in the law. While Nathan loved his father, their mutual stubbornness kept them at odds.

 

[LittleGary]

Andre glared at Bethany as she scampered to the other side of the bed. He should have expected no less from her.

minister to your own needs, I don't want you You well get no pleasure from me that is not taken, but what else would I expect from someone as twisted and sick as you

Andre started to laugh, as he saw the menacing glare in her pretty eyes.

"You know I will take what I desire" he said as he jumped onto the bed next to her. "Fight as you may, you know that I will prevail, as always."

He reached out with lightning quickness, and captured her slight wrist in his massive hand.

"It seems that your body will soon be mine again" he said while pulling the struggling girl towards him.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Feeling his hand grab her arm Bethany struggled to pull away, she did not want his hands defiling her again.

"Let go of me to monster" Bethany screamed her hand coming up and connecting with his face.

His grip loosened but not enough for her to get away, her silver eye's glared at him her chest heaving with the effort of her struggle.

"Let me go"

 

[LittleGary]

Andre began laughing as Bethany swung at him, connecting with his face. Hadn't the little slut learned yet, that her struggling only served to flame the lust that burned in his belly. He watched her chest heaving with her exhertion, and could feel his cockrising in anticipation of what was to come.

Let me go

I'll not let you go, until I've sated my lust" he said as he captured her other wrist. He roughly jerked her until she lay face down on the bed. Reaching up, he grabbed a cord from the canopy that covered the bed, and quickly tied her wrists together.

Stepping back, he surveyed his work.

"Maybe I should keep you tied up all the time"

 

[prissy_kytten]

Bethany was shocked at his quickness and enraged at being tied to the bed like a slave for his use.

"You may take my body but you can ever break my spirit."

She once again spit in his direction.

"Tie me if that is what you want because it is the only way To stop me from trying it kill you."

Bethany climbed to her knees hands still tied to the canopy, whe body shivering with rage.

 

[LittleGary]

You may take my body but you can ever break my spirit

"Like all good mounts, you'll break eventually." Andre shot back in her direction, as he evaded a glob of spit that she cast in his direction.

He admired her spirit, but had to admit, it was beginning to wear thin. He knew that he would have to step up his efforts to break her, or would have to discard her soon.

He watched as she climbed to her knees, her whole body shaking with rage, How had she known where he wanted her. He admired her shapely behind as he stepped away from the bed, and picked up a silk scarf that lay on a table.

Tie me if that is what you want because it is the only way To stop me from trying it kill you

"Come now Bethany. This talk begins to bore me. Remember the last time, how you fought, and fought, but in the end your body betrayed you. Do you remember how you screamed out your lust into the night.?

Andre grabbed Bethanys legs in his arms, holding them still, as he skillfully positioned his body on them, pinning them to the bed.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Bethany felt him gab her legs and pull her down tieing them to the bed post. Screaming she tosed every fowl qors she could must at him.

"no I don't remember screaming in lust, i remember screaming how much I hate your vile touch."

Once again she struggled but it only made the knots tighter. Still she did not want to give in, she had to fight, she couldn't let him win, she would never let him win.

 

[LittleGary]

Andre shook his head as Bethany denied the passion that she had experienced.

"You look so lovely trussed up on this big bed, although it will make it harder for you to disrobe."

He reached back onto the bed, and picked up the scarf that he had hastily dropped while tying up her legs. While Bethany rained curses down upon him, he quietly tied the scarf across her eyes.

Andre reached out, and grabbed Bethany by the hair, pulling her head closer to his mouth.

"Now about those clothes" he snarled, releasing her hair, and pulling a sharp knife from a sheath on his belt.

With his free hand, he reached around her grabbed her breast, running the flat side of his knife along her smooth neck.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Bethany saw the silk scarf and then she saw nothing, being blind elevated her fear but it did something else to her at the same time.

She felt something cool and metalic running alone her throat, scared now that he might cut her she laid very still.
Pulling her back she almost cried out in pain.
"lets see about those clothes"

Was he going to cut them off of her or worse? She did not know and tried to block out the feel of the cool steal on her skin.

 

[LittleGary]

The feel of cold steel along her neck, quieted Bethany right down. Andre took his time, running the knife along the back of her neck, and then down the front . He could see the look of fear on Bethanys face, a look he didn't recall ever seeing before.

He moved the knife away, and stayed where he was, quiet for a moment, letting Bethany sit in her fear for awhile longer.

After letting the anticipation build, he carefully slid his knife under the material at the base of her neck, and sliced the dress from neckline to hem line. He looked down at Bethany, as she knelt, her dress in tatters around her body.

He could feel his lust soaring, as he watched her chest heave with every breath.

"So much better with fewer clothes" he murmured as he again ran his hands over her chest. "Only a few more items to go" he said, as he ran the knife down her stomach, and between her legs.

 

[prissy_kytten]

"So much better with fewer clothes" he murmured as he again ran his hands over her chest. "Only a few more items to go" he said, as he ran the knife down her stomach, and between her legs.

Bethany fought the urge to draw away when her dress was cut from her, and fought even further still when she felt the cold steal slide down her stomach to cut off her under clothes.

Bethany could feel a tear run down her cheek under the scarf.

She was subdued and all it took was the feel of cold steal, she was confused just hours ago she had thought death would be better then being his captive but when faced with it she suddenly did not want to die. For ddep down inside she believed that some on would save her, some one would come, another tear fell from her eye as she begain to believe that there really was no hope for her.

Lifting her head high she refused to allow him to she the defeat that she felt deep inside.

 

[LittleGary]

Andre cast the knife aside, as he cut the last of the clothes from Bethanys body. He drew in a sharp breath, as he studied her in naked beauty. She was still as beautiful as she had been the first time he had seen her.

"You are still as lovely as the day I first saw you."

He knew that his words would probably set off anothe tantrum, but he had the knife if he needed it. He began to run his hands over her smooth skin, touching every inch of her expossed skin. He bent his head, and began to kiss her smooth back, as he alowed his hands to roam her firm ass, before they slide down between her legs, his finger tracing the outer lips of her cunt.

 

[prissy_kytten]

"You are still as lovely as the day I first saw you."

Bethany cursed her beauty now for look where it had gotten her, is was captive to a King who knew nothing but his own lust.

Not aware that he had dropped the knife she stayed still as he kissed her necked flesh and touched her most private parts, parts they betrayed herr hatred now, with something that she wanted to denie with words but could not denie in actions.

 

[elklaker]

Jerin was moving along with a bucket on wheels going about the castle collecting laundry for her mistress. She neared the Kings Chambers and spit on the floor. Goddamn coward she spat. She had been just a girl of 8 when her family had sold her to him. He had broken her in that night but because she was too young had tried of her and cast her to the laundry when he quickly forgot her. Thank the goddess for small favors. She heard him fighting with some poor bitch but that wasn't her business, and not wanting to draw attention to herself after so many years she hurried past, as now she was 18 and a very nice site. She knew if the King saw her he would want her for his bed and that was a fate she could do without.

 

[Copperheed]

Nathan entered the castle as a large, but dopey looking peasant. He wore a big poorly made hat that sat upon his head lopsidedly and covered most of his red hair. He wore loose poorly made clothes over his leathers and only had 2 knives on himself, having left the weapons. He was known as Nale the Dunce and he carted beer to the castle. The guards all loved Nale because he could easily be talked into leaving free ale behind. Nathan had actually used the disguise so much that the guards had talked about him. Galbin the brewer actually took Nale in gave him soup for each cart of beer he hauled. While this was a blatant cheat, but Nathan didn’t care because it gave the disguise validity and Galbin’s wife was a great cook.

Nathan made ‘Nale’ rounds then snuck throught the castle to the short supply tower where his father always met him. It was seldom used and had no foot traffic. Nathan had a good view of the practice grounds from here as well. He wtched his father training the group and smiled seeing his brother best the other fighters down there, wishing he could join them. Oh well. He spotted a figure hidden from those in the courtyard and really hoped his sister wasn’t being crazy again. But the again she could handle herself with or without a blade and crazy kind of ran in the family.

 

[Kaena]

Keira felt someone watching her and turned to look up at the small tower across the courtyard. She could see her brother Nathan's figure framed in the window, watching the training and more than likely watching her as well. Moving back into the shadows she quickly crossed the courtyard, ascending the steps of the supply tower.
"What are you doing here this time dear brother," she asked, standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.

 

[Copperheed]

Ignoring her question, Nathan asked mischieviously, "So which one's you favorite?" pointing his thumb down towards the courtyard.

Since she was still waiting for his answer, "Pa asked me here? What's your excuse for being insane?" he finished with a grin.

 

[Kaena]

"I take my insanity from my older brother," Keira answered, grinning broadly. "And to answer your question, I would say that they guy that our brother is currently tussling with is definetly the cutest. He has a nice ass." Keira moved across the room to stand with her brother at the window. "Of course he doesnt hold a candle to you," she teased, pinching her brothers ass, laughing as he jumped.