“Where are we going?” Jameson demanded groggily, his hot body stirring next to me. “Let me get dressed.”  My white robe fluttered in the morning breeze, my hands resting on my growing baby bump.  It was growing faster than I thought it would, Jameson popping up behind me. His hands cupped mine, his lips brushing against the nape of my neck.  The black silk of his shirt brushed against my skin, his scent turning me on.  My thighs rubbed together, knowing what he was doing.  Shaking my head, his hand traveled down my thigh.  Moving my robe aside, his fingers circled my swollen clit.  Dripping onto his hand, he bent me over the ornate black bed frame.  Unzipping his pants, they collapsed to the ground.  Grabbing my bump, he slid into me.  The bed squeaked violently, his fingers playing with my clit.  Writhing underneath his touch, the bed frame slammed into the wall as my walls tightened around him.  Gripping the sheets tightly, my fangs bit my lips. 

“Dragon, we have something to do.” I moaned lustfully, not wanting him to stop. “This feels so good.”  Flipping me around my legs wrapped around his waist.  Leaning against the wall, my hips ground against his hips.  His lips brushed against the nape of my neck, his pent up sexual tension exploding. 

“Vixen, I am about to cum if you don’t stop.” He groaned pleasurably, pinning me back onto the bed. “I am going to finish this time.”  Placing my feet on his shoulders, his girth jammed into me.  Screaming louder and louder, he went faster.  Unable to control myself, the sheets got soaked underneath as I squirted.  Shaking his head, his hair was a curtain around his handsome face.  A devilish grin danced across his face, his eyes glittering excitedly.  

“How dare you finish before me, Vixen.” He teased playfully, very proud of himself. “You have been very naughty.  Now I will have to punish you.”  A gasp of euphoria tumbled from my lips, his nimble hands tying my hands to the bedpost with a black ribbon on each wrist.  Crawling on top of me, his fangs popped my skin.  The sound of him sucking my blood made me wetter than before, my composure slipping away. His lips pressed against mine hungrily, his hands holding mine.  

“Dragon, punish me harder.” I moaned lustfully, submitting to his dominance. “I have been a naughty girl.”  Chuckling to himself, he jammed it back into me.  The rougher he was, the more I liked it.  My breath hitched as he went faster than before, no noise able to escape my mouth.  How the hell did he get this great at sex?  Thrusting one last time, he wasn’t able to hold himself back anymore.  His hot seed filled me up, us cumming at the same time.  Collapsing next to me, both of us were dazed.  A knock on the door interrupted our post sex daze, him quickly zipping up his pants.  Rushing to the door, his fingers wrapped around the door handle. 

“Perhaps you could set me free.” I teased playfully, wriggling my wrists. “I don’t need them to see me like this.”  Sighing to himself, he sauntered over to me.  His lips pressed against mine sensually as he released me from my bindings.  Helping me up,  he spun me around.  Twisting my hair into a side bun, he dusted off my white robe.  Opening the door, the local bishop stood behind the door.  His kind wrinkled face looked round underneath the golden bishop hat, his blue eyes twinkling.  White robes flowed over his stubby body, the Book of Worship sitting in his hands.   

“You called for me.” He chirped cheerfully, Jameson shifting uncomfortably next to me. “You said something about getting into the realm of the gods.  I guard the door, but I don’t have the key.”  Smiling to myself, my fingers wrapped around my staff.  Ripping it out of my boot, he gasped in wonder.  

“I do.” I announced proudly, the staff expanding into its full size. “This is my mother’s staff, the Staff of Light, or something like that.  Can you take me to the door?”  Nodding, his robes swayed as we marched to the chapel.  The doors opened by themselves, the golden pews shining in the morning light.  Pulling on a torch on the wall, the floor groaned as the floor opened up.  White marble stairs traveled into the darkness, the bishop staying behind as we stepped onto the first step.  Turning back towards him, an evil smile dawned on his face.  The floor closed over us, maniacal laughter erupting above. 

“You sinners can’t rule if you die trapped in the chamber.  Only the pure of heart will come out alive.” He gloated gleefully, my eyes rolling. “Have fun.”  Snapping my fingers, white flames licked the torches on the side of the walls. Jameson was ten seconds from storming back upstairs, my touch calming him down.  

“Don’t worry, I have a camera on him.” I promised earnestly, soldiers running into the building. “I assumed that he was a traitor all along.  Let’s go.”  Dragging him down the stairs, childlike wonder brightened my eyes, a single red door sat in the middle of the floor.  A single hole the size of my staff sat a couple of inches from it.  Slamming my staff into the hole, the door opened slowly.  White fog covered the floor, Jameson looking a little hesitant for the first time in front of me.  Dragging him through the door, the door slammed shut behind us.  Ungodly sounds erupted around us, several doors standing in front of us.  Scanning them, a triumphant smile dawned on my face at the sight of a metal dragon right in front of me.  Confusion twisted his face, his lips parting in protest.  Before he could say anything, the red door squealed open.  A black dragon sat on a throne of yellow bones, his black scaly head resting on his palms.  A bored look dimmed his face, a red tongue flicking out of his mouth.  

“You want to make him the Priest of the Dragon Flames.” He taunted cruelly, leaping off of his thrones. “He has doubt in him.”  A growl rumbled deep in my throat, his nine foot frame towering over me.  Putting my hands on my hips, his snout was inches from mine.  Hot brimstone breath nauseated me, my eyebrow twitching.  God damn, he was as big of a dick as the rumors said. 

“First off, how about a fucking shit ton of toothpaste, and maybe a bath!” I retorted bitterly, gripping my staff tighter. “He has a heart of gold, and you can’t deny that.”  Chuckling to himself, his claws wrapped around our bodies.  Jameson pounded his hand with his fists, nothing really working.  Leaning on my hand, I patiently waited for what the test would be.  

“Answer me this.” The dragon demanded hotly, one red eye glaring at me. “Why did you stick by his side all of these years?  He didn’t even know you existed, but yet you made sure he was taken care of.”  Taken aback by his question, a lump formed in my throat.  My dragon did not need to know that I basically stalked him throughout the previous years.   

“I just made sure we used the right detergent that didn’t make his skin break out, or made sure his favorite food was on the menu at least twice a week.” I blurted out nervously, embarrassment burning my cheeks.  “I even left him a white rose, once.  I just pretended to not know him, so that maybe he would like me.  Before we got married, he probably just thought that I was just a piece of demon trash.  So I didn’t approach him at all.  Can you blame me?  Then unbelievably one day, he tried to fix my shirt on selection day.  No, I didn’t know his name or any of that but he looked rather miserable.  So sue me for caring for someone.  The day he said that I was his bride couldn’t have come any sooner, although at first his true personality turned me off. He was an asshole, his insults really hurt me.  What is your fucking point?” The black dragon opened his mouth to speak, Jameson stopping him with his hands.  Turning towards me, guilt chewed at him.  Tears welled up in his eyes, my heart shattering at the sight of him near sobs. 

“That was you this whole time, and you left the white rose.” He stammered awkwardly, squirming in his trap. “I am so sorry for treating you like trash that day.  I don’t deserve you at all.  I still have that rose in my bedroom displayed on the top shelf.  Everyday I was home on break, I would sniff it.”  The black dragon cleared his throat, fury seething in his eyes.  A roar thundered from his throat, smoke curling from his nostrils.  

“You two are very touching.” He growled through gritted teeth, his tongue flicking away. “Let’s see what happens if you hadn’t gotten married to him.  Would you still love him then?  The sight isn’t pretty.”  Shooting him a death glare, the dragon was taken aback.  A cruel snarl curled on my lips, bitter words poisoning my mouth.  

“What the hell are you suggesting!” I snapped venomously, another growl rumbling from his lips. “I would love him either way.”  A pregnant pause hung between us, terror widening my eyes as the dragon tossed me through his door.  Jameson called out to me, the hot air rushing around me as I landed back into the castle.  Confusion twisted my face, the white marble walls surrounding me.  Looking down, a sharp gasp escaped my lips.  Gone were my white robes, a red silk bikini was the only thing barely covering up my body.  Black hands cuffs cut into my wrist, a black chain rattling away.  My hands fell to my bump, a dark energy coming my way.  A loving smile brightened my face, my smile fading away.  Jameson stomped down the hall, his white imperial uniform gone.  A black military suit covered in stolen metals marched towards me, evil darkening his golden eyes.  My body trembled as his hands wrapped around my throat, a snarl curling on his lips. 

“If you weren’t carrying my child, you would be dead demon trash.” He barked bitterly, tracing his black claw over my cheek. “All you had to do was say yes but no you had to say no.  It is your fault my father is dead, and my kingdom destroyed by the other ones.  You will stay by my side as my toy, and keep producing heirs for me.”  Chains rattled as he tossed me into the wall, cold sweat drenching my skin. Weak, I felt weak.  My powers were gone, my virginity must have been taken from me before I was married.  Slumping forward, he tossed me over his shoulders.  Great, I was officially fucked.