Dragon Slave (Xellos/Filia version)

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Dragon Slave
by Zanne Chaos

Chapter Three


Master? Well, hello. Admittedly, he hadn't thought that would happen. Not that he was complaining, he just thought the Dragon was far too much a stubborn, rebellious prude to get broken this quickly.

Sometimes bewronwrong was fun.

All he'd actually meant to do was just hold back long enough for that silly Dragon to learn her lesson, and perhaps be a bit more agreeable in the future. He had, after all, cautioned them about the town. Did she listen? Of course not. They were wasting valuable time.

It would certainly seem that she'd definitely become quite a bit more agreeable, but it would be anyone's guess how well the training took. In a few more hours, she might very well be back to her old, superior self. Hmph. If that were going to be the case, he had ample blackmail material to get her to mind her manners in the future.

In the meantime, it would be interesting to see how far things would go.

"Would you tell me your name?" he asked quietly, bending low to her ear, brushing her hair aside gently.

There was a hesitation, and he saw her lips moved haltingly, as if trying to speak. He could sense her confusion, her uncertainty. She grew tense with frustration, then sighed, giving up. "Slave," she whispered.

Xellos smirked darkly. Whether or not this lasted, it would certainly prove to be fun either way. "Now, slave, tell me. Are you going to argue the next time I say we should avoid a town?"

"No, Master," she whispered.

"Very good. Whatever would happen to you if not for me?"

"I'd still be here, trapped," she murmured, snuggling closer. She was shivering slightly, a bit chilled from exposure. He drew his cape around them to cover her, not for modesty but safety.

"Not that you would have minded it all that much, hmm?" Xellos purred, removing a glove and sliding his hand down her back and over the curve of her butt.

She hesitated. "I didn't want to," she whispered.

Xellos drew his hand over her hip and down her front, over the smooth skin and between her legs. She parted them without resistance and he almost chuckled. "It doesn't appear that this was unpleasant for you," he said, stroking his fingers against the still-wet folds of her flesh.

She gasped softly, arching her back as she rolled onto it, shifting position, the cloak sliding off her body.

He watched her, rather amused by it all. He almost giggled at the visual of Saichuro finding out, then his expression darkened. No, Filia had been broken a bit too easily. In retrospect, he wondered if maybe the time to step in hadn't been shortly after it started.

What would the Elders do upon Filia's return now, if this side trip were discovered? Would they bear in mind the fact that even older, less malleable Dragons than Filia had succumbed to the thrall, or would they choose to overlook it, just like they chose to see only what fit their ideals?

Filia had no real fault in this, beyond her own stubbornness, and he had been counting on that stubborn streak to keep her holding out against the effects of the runes better than she obviously had. If the ease in breaking her was due to anything that the Elders themselves had done, then they had no room for what they would untedltedly do to her for her apparently failure.

Filia amused him and infuriated him all at once. She got under his skin better than anyone else had in a very long time. Those stupid Dragons didn't deserve her. Precious little had amused him as much as this one had in far too long. No, he would keep her, his little toy. She would be safe then. Beastmaster could hardly complain if she were to follow Xellos around willingly, like a pet. Holding a Dragon against her will would cause trouble, but if that's what the Dragon were to choose...

How to ensure that? He studied her, stroking a hand down her body, watching her eyes flutter shut as she trilled softly, arching her back in enjoyment.

Perhaps if he reinforced the training...

Quickly, he flipped her onto her side, bringing his hand down swiftly onto her rear, the sound of flesh striking flesh cracking the stillness of the cell. She yelped in surprise and a bit of pain, her eyes opening quickly to stare at him. Xellos leaned closer, nuzzling her cheek, nibbling her sensitive ear gently. "You did not answer my question, slave," he purred. "You evaded it, didn't you?"

"Yes, Master," came the nearly inaudible reply.

"There will be no evading my questions. I will not tolerate that, slave. Whatever I ask, you will answer, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good." He stroked his hand over her rump, feeling the heat radiating from where he struck her. "Now, you wouldn't have minded being trapped here, would you?"

"Yes," he heard her whisper, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You would have minded? Most curious. You were enjoying it, hmm?"

"Yes."

"Then why would you mind?"

"Not stronger," she murmured, breathing heavily as he resumed caressing her. "They're humans, not stronger than me."

Xellos grinned. "That's right. Foolish humans, thinking that they could possess you." He leaned closer, gently stroking the tip of his tongue along her ear, feeling her shiver. "Tell me, slave," he purred quietly, "who is your master?"

"You," she whispered.

This was shaping up to be a very fine situation indeed. "And who am I, pray tell?"

"Master."

"No, you know my name, tell me, what is my name?"

"Xellos."

He grinned delightedly. She knew exactly who she was talking to, anat sat she called him. This was very nice, but there would be time for more later. It wouldn't be much longer before someone else should happen along, and find the bubbling remains of the guards on the floor outside, and the slaver...well, that was a secret.

"Tell me, slave," he whispered, stroking his hand up her back. They were going to leave, but her response was a curiosity to him. "What is it that you want?"

She didn't answer immediately, then she turned a bit, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Cloak," she mumbled. "Cold. Want to go away, want to be warm."

Xellos smirked. In all honesty, he wasn't entirely surprised by her answer; the stone floor would certainly be cold and uncomfortable to anyone, doubly so for a naked, rain-soaked Dragon without her scales. "Very well then," he replied, gripping her wrists. "Up." He helped her stand, but without ceremony, and left the cell.

He felt her following close behind, and stopped by her discarded attire. She made no move for it, standing there, her arms crossed and shoulders hunched, less for modesty than for warmth.

"Put on whatever you'd like," he said conversationally. He would certainly ensure she did attire herself decently -- the last thing they needed was to draw attention with a naked female wandering the streets. But he wanted to see what she would do.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, crouching and picking up her dress. She pulled it on, but her fingers were shaking too badly to manipulate the buttons.

"Leave those," Xellos decided. "Your cloak will conceal it well enough, and it is night. No one will be the wiser."

"Yes, Master."

He watched as she put on her boots, gloves, and cloak, and smirked. "I'll take this, if you don't mind." He watched her carefully as he stooped to retrieve her mace. She watched him, but made no apt tpt to stop him.

There now, it would hardly be polite to laugh out loud. Xellos stepped over to the case and closed it, resting the mace on top of the lid, picking them up. It wouldn't do to have such dangerous pieces of equipment falling into the wrong hands, now. They would be much better off with him.

"Where would you like to go now, slave?" he asked. Her responses thus far had amused him, and he saw no reason to stop.

"I..." She faltered, looking around, moving to his side and standing close. "I...don't know," she stammered. "You would know better than I."

"Very well." He held the case easily under one arm, and tapped the base of his staff against her boot heels. "To the door, slave. Let's return to the inn." A thought crossed his mind before they left the jail, and he barred her way with his staff. "Actually, something occurred to me."

"Yes, Master?" she said. Her meek tone amused him endlessly. Was this the same Dragon that dared to call him 'raw garbage'? He would certainly have words with her over that later.

"Unless we are alone, and unless I instruct you otherwise, when we are around the company of others, you are to address me as Mister Xellos," he said. "Is this clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"When we are with Miss Lina and her friends, what do you call me?"

"Mister Xellos."

"Very good, slave. I will address you as I always have. You are not to inform them of this, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"They wouldn't understand." He smirked. "They would speak poorly of you, slave. You would not wish that, would you?"

"No, Master," she whispered, cringing.

He had no real inkling if that were actually true or not. But he doubted Lina would believe for a moment that he hadn't actually intended for this to happen. He currently had bigger problems to worry about and a more important mission than simply evading constant fireballs and rah tilts.

Besides, even if they were to decide that it wasn't a big enough issue to concern themselves with, he knew he could count on Miss Amelia to launch into a non-stop tirade about justice. That would definitely be sufficient motivation to go after him, if only to get her to shut up.

"Very good. Let's depart this place, Miss Filia." He lowered her staff, walking a bit behind her to watch her reactions. Halfway to the inn, he spoke again. "Do you recall where your room is?"

Filia's steps faltered as she came to a stop. After a moment, she nodded. "Yes, Ma-- I mean, Mister Xellos."

"Very good. Continue."

The rest of their party had apparently retired; only a few people were present at the inn's tavern, and no one they knew. Xellos followed Filia up to her room, noticing that she appeared unsteady on her feet, and shut the door behind them. "Sit on the bed, relax," he instructed, walking over to the table.

She collapsed onto the spread, and fell to her side. Her feet still dangled against the floor, but her head rested on the pillow. Xellos glanced back at her when he heard her headdress clatter to the floor, and arched an eyebrow. He told her to sit, not lie. But the fatigue was evident in her features.

Yes, he would let the technicality slide, this time.

He retrieved the headdress, dusting it off and setting it aside before pulling off her boots. Once they were off, she tucked her feet up on the bed, curling slightly, and he lay down behind her in a spoon position. She immediately snuggled back against him, her body fitting up to his perfectly.

He propped himself up on his elbow, studying her. Her emotions were beyond his reach; they weren't negative. "What are you feeling, slave?"

She opened her eyes, staring across the room, thinking for a moment before rolling over, scooting around to face him and nuzzled up to his chest. "Safer," she whispered, purring low.

Xellos almost laughed at the irony. A Golden Dragon felt safe with him, of all people. But he couldn't deny it wasn't misplaced to a degree. Whether or not she was safe where he was concerned was one question, but he would certainly not let another creature lay a hand upon her. She was his. "That you are, slave," he murmured against her ear, stroking her hair. "Nothing is going to happen to you now." She trilled quietly and nuzzled him. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Master," she purred.

He smirked as he unclasped her cloak, then slid his hand down her side, caressing her slowly as he pushed it away. "Are you thinking anything?" he asked, moving his hand under her unbutt dre dress, rubbing her bare back. He was curious how well the brainwashing was being retained.

"I don't want to go back."

"Don't worry, little Dragon slave, they won't come for you again."

"Not them. Home. I don't want to go."

Xellos grinned, pressing his lips against her forehead. "Indeed. And why is that?"

"I don't belong there anymore," she whispered. "Not that they would take me back now anyway."

"Where do you belong?"

"With my master."

"And who is your master, little Dragon slave?"

"You."

"Who am I?"

"Xellos."

He grinned again, sliding her dress off her shoulder. "Disrobe, slave. Remove your garments."

He sensed her hesitation, but tasted the underlying fatigue behind it. She sighed, pushing herself up wearily and pulled off the dress, standing for a moment to let it fall to the floor, then crawled back beside him. He debated how far to push things, knowing she was tired. But he wanted to ensure the training would take.

"Pinch your nipple," he instructed quietly, watching her.

She closed her eyes, blushing furiously, but did not refuse the order as she raised her hand, her thumb and forefinger squeezing a nipple between them. She tried to move her head, to tuck it against his chest, hiding her face.

"Now, now, none of that," he chided her softly, cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. With his free hand, he stroked her hair. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, slave."

She relaxed, never once releasing her nipple, and the blush slowly faded. As he continued stroking her back and hip, her fingers started to move, gently rolling the hard peak between them.

"Do you like how that feels?" he asked, watching her.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

Xellos watched her, considering his options. She was emotionally and mentally exhausted. He would deal with a few things he wanted to address later. For now, it was seeming that she was still secure in the conditioning, and showed no indication of falling away. He lowered his head, nuzzling her cheek softly. "Mate with me, slave," he whispered.

He felt a tiny shudder rip through her as a small gasp escaped her lips, and she readily moved away, laying on her back against the pillows, legs and arms straight. Xellos smirked, amused by the immaturity displayed. In due time, she would learn, even possibly on her own accord, how to behave in a more alluring fashion. He looked at her eyes, and she was watching him, with a curious sort of pleading eagerness, and a hint of fear. No doubt worried she was doing something wrong, and would feel the flogger again.

Yes, the conditioning was holding up quite well.

He willed the 'clothes' he wore away, moving over her on the bed, slowly trailing his fingers up her inner thigh. "Part your legs," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Filia moaned softly, readily complying, and shuddered when he stroked the folds between her legs. He moved lower, kissing her chest, then bit down on a nipple lightly, suckling it. She arched off the bed, pressing against his hand, trilling in pleasure, more high-pitched than before. Xellos lazily raked his tongue over her nipples, parting her with his fingers, rubbing her clit, keeping his touch light and teasing.

She squirmed, trying to increase the pressure of the contact, and he was pleased to see that she did not move her arms. He had issued no order to do so, and although her body was clearly beginning to demand greater pressure, she did not react except to writhe beneath him slightly.

He moved between her legs, sliding his hands over her thighs, guiding them up, around his hips. Filia was flushed with pleasure and breathing heavily, gazing up at him hungrily through half-lidded eyes. He brushed his fingertips over her arms, watching her, keeping his eyes in their usual closed appearance all the while.

Then he suddenly seized her wrists tightly, drawing her arms up, pinning them above her head under his hands as he entered her with a swift, sudden thrust. He opened his eyes, gazing down at her and her eyes widened. She gasped as he entered her, her eyes locking on his now-open amethyst ones, and there was a thrill of adrenaline and terror that fluttered over her. Xellos slowly drew back, almost leaving her, then thrust into her yet again, just as forcefully as before.

She moaned sharply, and her hands clenched convulsively. Her eyes were lust-glazed, and beneath him, her body responded to each continued thrust, just as slow-paced and powerful as the last. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily, and growled with pleasure when he felt her responding.

He felt her pulling against his grip on her wrists, but her struggling was not genuine. Filia growled softly, kissing him with passion, her body beginning to move beneath him to meet his thrusts.

Xellos broke the kiss to look at her, grinning hungrily at the excited Dragon, taking in the flush of pleasure that covered her face and chest, and the dazed, glassy look in her eyes brought on by the intense arousal. She was breathing heavily, and a thin sheen of sweat gleamed in the dim light.

"Master," she whispered, her voice husky. Filia lifted her head, slowly raking her tongue over his chest, and nuzzled his neck,ringring roughly.

He moved his hands to pin both her arms with one, using his free hand to caress her. Gradually, he increased the speed of his thrusts, but never let up on the intensity, nor his control over her movements. He seized her hair tightly in his fist, eliciting a growl of lust from her. Xellos kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth to match his thrusts, and she shuddered, growing closer to climax.

He nuzzled her cheek, nibbling her ear. "You please me, slave," he purred, and his words caused her to tremble, whimpering breathlessly as her passion increased. "Nothing is going to happen to you that I do not allow." Gently, he bit her neck, licking the skin between his teeth. "You are mine, and I shall keep you safe."

She trilled, panting quietly, rocking her hips as she met his thrusts, nuzzling against him eagerly. "Yes, Master," she purred, her body moving more and more in tune with his, responding eagerly to his touch.

He paid close attention to her reactions, controlling his own to operate in connection with hers. Xellos increased his pace, keeping his arousal under tight control as he bit her throat. She cried out as he did, but not from pain. There was no real force behind the gesture, purely a feral move, dominant, claiming. A shudder ripped through her, then another, and she convulsed on the bed, held in place only by the power of his grip as she climaxed.

He drew his head back, staring down at her, watching her intently. He did not let up on his thrusts as the sm osm overtook her sense, and barely let her slip back into awareness. He growled, baring his teeth in a feralsty sty grin as her eyes opened, and when they met, he allowed his control to slide. His grip on her tightened as he slammed into her a final time, and covered her mouth with his own, smothering her scream as yet another orgasm claimed her in time with his own. She kissed him hungrily, panting, struggling to regain her breath as he allowed her to come down off the climax.

"Did you enjoy that, my little Dragon slave?" he purred against her lips, and she nuzzled in response, nodding slowly.

"Very much, Master," she whispered. "Were you pleased?"

"Indeed. You're a very good little slave," he said, raking his tongue against her lips once before drawing back to lay beside her. "But now you must rest. We can afford a few hours, but it would be more prudent to not remain in this town for long. Sleep, slave. I will wake you when it is time."

"Thank you, Master," she purred, nuzzling against his chest. It barely took more than a few minutes before he was certain she was soundly asleep. He brushed her hair back, tarrying a few seconds while he watched her, then pulled away. His clothes reformed over his frame while he carefully teleported the covers out from under the sleeping Dragon, and draped them over her.

to be continued...