She sprinted out of the room, biting her lips with her fangs.  Blood dripped from her bottom lip, tears streaming down her cheeks.  Three masked demons were holding her, her elbow slamming into their stomachs. The white marble floor squeaked as she took off with supernatural speed.  They chased after her, the sudden memory of her standing up for me when she was younger flashing in my head.  Even then she was strong spirited, unable to be tamed at all.  Regret flashed in my eyes, the words seeming harsh back then.  I remember time stopping, her face haunting me for the longest time.  Then the misfortune of my life made me forget about that day, the ice taking over my heart.  No wonder she melted my heart the moment I saw her, her black scarf on the floor.  Racing after her, she was lost and running in circles.  Fear widened my eyes, the plump female demon in her black uniform digging her claws into her side.  A cry of pain exploded from her lips, the plump hand smashing her face into the ground.  The crack of her nose breaking echoed in the still hall, golden flames licking my palm.  Pressing my hand to the ground, golden flames spread like the ocean.  Burn skin stank up the hall, the demons disappearing in a puff of smoke.  She lay on the floor not moving, my trembling hands flipping her over.  Blood dripped from my nose, the dragon in me nagging.  

“You are bleeding.” She groaned delicately, pulling out a cleaned black handkerchief and wiping the blood from beneath my nose. “Can you take me to the worship room so I can heal my wounds easier?”  Scooping her up, she rested her head against my chest.  The doors opened for her, holy flames lighting up the room. Golden pews sat on each side, the stained glass image of the Goddess of Light holding out her arms. Nausea wracked my stomach, her nimble fingers snapping her nose back into place.  Hovering her hands over her wounds, blue lights bathed the room as they sealed shut.  The pew creaked as I sat down, a deep sigh tumbled from her lips. Lust burned in her eyes, a thought plaguing her. 

“Do you remember that day that we saw each other?” She asked shyly, the moment we sang together being the moment it was shoved into my face. “Don’t worry about it if you d-”  Sitting her down on my lap, her eyes gazed lovingly into mine.  Her bangs hid her eyes, my finger lifting her chin.  

“If I am being honest, the ice in my heart hid that memory.  Then you had to sing that damn song, and it all came flooding back.  I was going to talk to you, but your father was already holding you.” He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. A soft blush rose to my cheeks, her lips pressing against mine lustfully. 

“I would love to take a bath.” She purred sensually, rubbing my hard cock. “Would you like to join me, or can you not wait?  Personally, I would rather not desecrate holy ground.”  Enough was said, a feverish glow took her cheeks.  Was her heat raging again, the bite on my neck burning.  

“Are you okay?” I asked huskily, rushing her to our room.  Students whispered as we passed, her trembling hand grabbing my sleeve.  Jolts of pain wracked her body, her thighs rubbing together.  Concern flashed in my eyes, setting her body on the bed.  Slamming the door shut, the lock clicking shut. Did this happen every time she was injured seriously? Her nimble fingers ripped off her clothes, her breasts bouncing enticingly.  Crawling to the edge of the bed, her lips parted to speak.  

“Put your child in me.” She begged lustfully, reaching for me. “This won’t stop until I am pregnant.  Please?”  Crying out in pain, she collapsed into a heap.  Ripping off my uniform, it floated to the side of the bed.  Pinning her to the bed, it hurt to see her this way.  The pleasant image of her with my child warming my heart, my lips grazing every inch of her body.  She screamed out in pleasure, her hand stroking my thick girth.  Her breathing grew heavier, her hands shoving me in.  The mark on my neck burned brightly, her wet pussy taking me in.  Ecstasy shot through my body, her fingernails scratching my back.  Shoving me off, she tossed me a couple pieces of ribbon. 

“Could you tie me to the bed, and blindfold me?” She asked coyly, her fang sticking out just so. “I want you to take control.  Do what you want with me?”  Shivers of pleasure shook my body, her wicked smile getting bigger as I tied her to the bed.  Cocking my head, a tinge of guilt burned in my mind.  

“Are you sure about this?” I asked sweetly, a wild look growing in her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”  Chuckling to herself, her lips pressed together. Her fingers twitched slightly, her eyes falling on a box of sex toys.  My jaw dropped to the ground, a sly grin brightening her face. 

“Ever since I met you, I wanted one night where you did everything you dreamed of doing.  So please me and my fantasy.” She pleaded warmly with a loving gaze, cocking her brow. “That is if the Dragon can’t handle it.”  Growling carnally, I tied her scarf around her eyes.  Picking out a black feather, I brushed it over her skin.  She cried out at the slightest touch, relaxation all over her face.  This wasn’t doing it for me, a leather whip standing out for me.  

“You can use the whip if you want.  We can hear our thoughts, you know.” She laughed lightly, the leather cracking as I grabbed the handle. “I do heal you know, and your dream last was this very scenario.  Just be gentle as you can, ‘kay.”  Her black lips trembled, the cracking of the whip breaking the still air.  A red mark appeared on her stomach, a puddle forming soaking the silk sheets.  She freaking loved this, goosebumps forming on her skin.  Whipping her again, she cried out in pleasure.  Her finger gripped the sheets, the whip hitting her again.  The total control was driving me nuts, the whip dropping to the ground.  Taste her, I needed to taste her.  My dragon tongue flicked her clit, the one deformity most people didn’t know I had.  Moans poured from her lips, the lack of control turning her on more.  She tasted like strawberries, her sexy voice calling out my nickname dragon over and over again.  Climbing up her, the scarf floated to the side of the bed as I ripped it off.   

“I want you to look at me as I impregnate you.” I whispered in her ears gruffly, nibbling her ear. “Are you ready?” Her eyes glittered excitedly, my hard cock sliding into her.  Her walls hugged me, breasts oozed in between my fingers as I played with them roughly.  

“Okay, dragon.” She mused playfully, pulling at her restraints. “Vixen wants to play when you are done.”  Untying her restraints, her beautiful face shimmered with joy.  Flipping over, she shook her ass in my face.  Grabbing her by the tail, her appetite knew no bounds.  Sliding into her, she laid down on the bed, sticking her ass in the air.  Pleasure exploded through me, the angle allowing me to hit her g-spot.  Her slender fingers cupped my balls, her touch sending me over the edge.  Pumping in and out of her, a hungry look told me that it was her turn. 

“I thought you told me that I was going to be in total control.” I whined softly, her tail flicking happily. “I want to t-”  Flipping me over, she pressed her lips against my sweetly.  Cocking her head, her red hair was a curtain framing her face.  

“I need control as well, my dear dragon.” She teased lightly, nibbling on my ear. “I need to punish you.”  Not complaining, she slid down onto my thick girth.  Her wetness acted like a natural lubricant as she swung her hips around, her hands placing mine on her horns.  Pulling myself up, she wrapped her legs around my waist.  Our bodies were pressed together, her lips kissing the nape of my neck.  Thrusting together, it was getting harder to keep it in. 

“I am about to cum, Vixen. How about you?” I groaned huskily, unable to contain myself anymore.  Cupping my face, her lips pressed against my sensually as my hot seed filled her up.  Collapsing onto the bed, she rested her head on my chest.  My lips parted to speak, her tiny snores telling me that she was sleeping.  Rolling my eyes, I pulled the sheet over us.  Did it work this time?  A golden glow flashed in her stomach, my mark not burning anymore.  My mirror rang, my father on the other side.  A blush rose to my cheeks, the ring around my finger glowing white.  Pressing yes, a triumphant smile was plastered on my father’s face.  In his hand he held the golden heir’s stone, the white glow matching my ring.  A lump formed in my throat, my stomach churning.  She shifted next to me, her stomach glowing still. 

“You did it!” He announced cheerfully, holding the stone closer to the mirror. “You made an heir.  Your marriage is now official.”  Nodding numbly, words could not come to my mouth.  The feeling of anxiety caused me to want to throw up, his face falling as I hung up the mirror.  Climbing out of bed, I pulled on my uniform.  Friends, I need my friends now.  My uniform looked sloppy as her new friends showed up at the door. 

“Do you mind protecting her for a minute!” I blurted out, the blank looks on their faces giving me no answer.  Minutes away from a panic attack, I ran to the brothers’ room.  Banging on their door, a groggy Jimmy opened the door.  Rushing in, the baubles on his white bureau shook as I slammed the door shut.  Johnny sat up from his bed, their eyes falling on my messy look.  Words wanted to come out of my mouth, instead vomit flew up my throat into their garbage bin.  

“Can you tell us what is going on?” Jimmy pleaded, the siesta period of the school day nearly over. “You look like hell.” Nodding, I wiped the corner of my mouth.  Cold sweat soaked my skin, panic gripping my body.  

“I-I made an hhhhheir.” I stuttered awkwardly, the words spilling out of my lips. “I don’t know what to do or what to tell her.  What do I do man!”  Stepping back, they laughed to themselves.  Sitting me down, Johnny was putting his white blazer back on.  Resting his hands on my shoulder, he got to my level. 

“You are going to pull your shit together and be the best father you can be.” He explained calmly, slapping me across the face. “Did you not need this to happen?  Point is you should be happy, or are you not?”  Prideful joy bubbled inside of me, she was carrying my child.  Of course, I was happy.  Hugging them tightly, they stared at me blankly as I bolted out of the room.  Rushing back to my room, she stood outside messing with her uniform.  

“I have to go.” I stammered, rushing off to my next class.  Confusion twisted her face, her shoulders shrugging as she walked away.  Our eyes met one last time as she walked away.  How was I going to tell her or did she already know?