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would dare? I will kill them
slowly and roast the flesh from their bones with my dragon
fire.
    The villagers scream and run for their
homes leaving their bride daughters behind. Not that running will
stop my wrath. I will kill them all.
    “ Die, you blue demon from
hell, die!” is shouted from my back. I can just make out a white
gown flapping around me as I gain altitude. My heart lurches and
the thrill that enraptures me settles. My bride is riding on my
back.
    She is also trying to kill
me.
    So great is my surprise
that I let out a blaring roar of fire with my laughter. One of the
human homes goes up in flames and I watch as they run out to seek
safety where none can be had. Stupid
humans, you cannot go far enough. I would find you even in
hell.
    I stop all thought of having a human
barbeque when my bride stands on my back and creeps up my neck.
Does she not know that my scales stop any feeble attempt she makes
to cause me harm?
    “ Desist, you foolish woman,”
I blare into her head.
    She drops to her knees and I know it’s
because I did not temper my voice. She slams her blade against my
neck.
    “ Why won’t you die?” she
screams, her frustration clear.
    She’s misbehaved quite enough and my
patience is at an end. I point my large nose to the clouds. As we
rise, she grips me tightly with her legs. I’m angry and impressed.
My past brides have all worn saddles to ride me. And even with a
saddle it can take years of training before they are comfortable.
And then there are the ones who refuse entirely and I must carry in
my claws. I fight rolling my eyes at the thought of these shameless
weaklings.
    With a flap of my giant wings, I pivot
my neck and flip upside down. As I planned, she can’t hold on. With
gleeful delight, I watch her arms and legs flail as she falls.
Turning sharply, I grab a chunk of material from the back of her
gown within my teeth. She thrashes around incessantly. I look down
at the village and wonder if I should go down and kill a few people
while I’m in the mood. It would serve them right.
    The tight hold my bride keeps on her
blade changes my mind. This one is feisty and I anticipate an
exciting night of sexual games. My cock swells and I release it
from its armored sheath below my belly. Sadly, I can’t do the many
things I want to with her while in dragon form. And sadder still,
she can’t see my cock to praise its glory. The spear between my
legs is magnificent in both my forms and my bride will kneel before
me begging for its attention. I give a last satisfying roar and
turn toward home.
    I am the mightiest of dragons and I
hold my new bride within my talons.

Chapter Five

    Roxanne
    I had everything planned perfectly.
Climbing the village tower was easy. Listening to my parents
calling out for me—gut-wrenching. I hardened my heart against their
pleas because I knew I had to fulfill my destiny.
    I hid beneath the shadowed
eaves of the tower and watched as the brides lined up to await
their fate. They couldn’t help themselves. All the diatribe fed to
us from birth made them think they played a special role in village
life. They could not see the larger picture. Their life mattered
for something bigger than a sacrifice they have no control over. I
alone was not blind to the injustice of it all. I would sacrifice
my life for theirs by killing the dragon.
    I saw him approach and gave pause at
his regal beauty. My mother had told me of their allure, so I
thought I was immune to what came toward us. I was wrong, and for
just a moment, I wondered if I could do it. My entire body shook
with apprehension and I gripped the blade tighter. I would never
back away from my destiny.
    I waited until he swooped in low and
threw a bola around his leg—my aim true, my goal to kill him within
my grasp. My landing on his back was perfect. I could feel his soft
scales beneath me. That is until I thrust my blade as hard as I
could between those scales. I forfeited my life to save my sisters
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