Dragon Actually:Dragon Kin 01(8)

By: G.A.Aiken

“Thank you.”

“I’ll bring you some food.” Morfyd left, punching the dragon in his side as she walked past him. Had the witch gone mad? Did she not see his fangs?

“Tell me, dragon, do you have anything to read?”


“Yes. Does your kind read?”

“Of course we read!”

“Don’t yell.”

The dragon growled at her and she fought her smile.

“Come on then.” He headed off deep into his lair. Annwyl wrapped the fur covering tight around her naked body and followed.


Definitely one of the stupidest things he’d ever done. He really couldn’t believe he was doing it. He turned a corner and led her to the right. He could have just brought her some books. Dropped them right into her lap. Instead he led her here. He led a human to his treasure. What the hell am I thinking?

He reached the entrance and stepped in. She stopped dead in her tracks and waited.

Fearghus didn’t say anything. He wanted to see her reaction. She didn’t speak for several moments. Then, “I’m freezing me tits off. Where are the books?”

Fearghus blinked. “‘I’m freezing me tits off,’” he mimicked back to her.

Annwyl shrugged. “I’ve been with my troops for over two years now,” she muttered as if that explained everything.

Fearghus motioned to a corner of the room. “The books are over there.” He watched her clamber over gold, jewels, and the other riches he’d claimed over many, many years. She reached the books and examined them closely.

“So do you like to read or are you desperately bored?”

“No. I’m not bored at all. I’m actually enjoying myself quite a bit. It’s nice and quiet here.” She grabbed two books. “And I love to read. To learn. I should have been a scholar.”

“Why aren’t you?”

She shrugged as she walked back over the riches as if she stepped on old stones. “My father had other plans for me. He thought I’d make a fine noble’s bride.”

Fearghus couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from his snout. Annwyl glared at him. “Well thank you very much!”

“I mean no offense. I simply don’t see you worrying about the supplies for the kitchens or whether you’ll breed a son to carry on the family line.”

“Really? And what do you see for me?”

“Exactly what you’re doing now. Protecting your people from a tyrant.”

She smiled and he felt pride for causing it. She began to head back toward where she slept.



“Wouldn’t you like some clothes?”

“You have clothes?” He motioned to several chests buried in a corner. She handed the two books to him and descended on the wooden boxes. She dug through the clothes quickly. She ignored the beautiful and richly made gowns, tossing them aside like a wench’s bar dress. But when she discovered a chest filled with men’s clothes, she began to take several articles for herself. Several pairs of breeches, shirts, and leather boots that she held up against her rather sizable feet to make sure they would fit.

Once she had what she needed, she took her new clothes and books, and headed out of the cave.

“Well, come on then,” she barked lightly at him.

And, like some idiot human, he followed her back to her room. Once there she dropped the clothes and books on her bed and the fur covering to her feet.

Fearghus tried his best not to watch her naked body. But he sadly failed in the attempt. He couldn’t help himself. She was beautiful and strong. A fierce warrior with the scars to show it. He desperately wanted to lick every one of those marks.

She pulled on a pair of breeches that were the right length for her, but a little big. When she turned around, showing her beautiful large breasts, he barely bit back his groan in time. She ripped one of the shirts into long, wide strips, her chest moving seductively in time with her actions. When done, she used the strips to wrap around her breasts, binding them in place. She pulled another plain shirt on over her head, pulled on the boots and stood before the dragon.

“Well? What do you think?”

I think you’re the most amazing female I’ve ever met. And I would like to fuck you all night long. Bend over.

“What do I think about what?”

She sighed. “Typical male.”


Annwyl sat on her bed and rubbed her eyes. Her side ached. Her body cold. But she finally had clothes.

“What’s wrong?” She looked up long enough to see the dragon settle down in the chamber, watching her. She found him doing that often.

“Just thinking about my men.”