Light My Fire

Princess Keita,” the dragon began, “this is Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the Midnight Mountains of Despair in the Far Reaches of the Steppes of the Outerplains.” He faced Elina and, smiling, said, “And Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the Midnight Mountains of Despair in the Far Reaches of the Steppes of the Outerplains, this is Keita the Viper: Princess of the Royal House of Gwalchmai fab Gwyar, Second-Born Daughter and Fifth-Born Offspring to the White Dragon Queen of the Southlands, Protector of The Throne, and Bound Mate to Ragnar, Dragonlord Chief of the Olgeirsson Horde.” Keita narrowed blue eyes at the dragon. “Was that really necessary, Curled Horns?” His grin did not falter. “It felt necessary and good. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to working with Elina Shestakova of the—” “Do not bore me with that ridiculously long name yet again!” the royal roared.

She's just being sensitive. You put a girl in jail and forget about her for a few months, and they all take it so bloody personally." "You forgot about her?" "She's lucky I did. She'd been sent to kill Rhiannon." "Then why isn't she dead?" Celyn sighed. "It was a sad, weak attempt, really. She clearly didn't want to do it. Auntie Rhiannon just felt bad for her.

Dagmar, really. Annwyl has always been crazy. All you’ve been doing the last few years is muffling it. You’ve never shut it off. Not completely.” “And did Annwyl just threaten me? Me?” “She threatens me and Briec all the time. I wouldn’t take it too personally.” “That, in no way, makes me feel better!” She stopped in front of him, stamping her foot. “Why are you being so bloody calm about this? Annwyl took out that woman’s eyes.” “I’m sure she took them only after she took her head. You know Annwyl does her dismembering in a very orderly way.

Wait, wait,” Gaius cut in, his grin mischievous. “Before we go any further. I must make introductions. Keita, this is Kachka Shestakova of the—” “Do not,” the She-dragon roared, startling the birds from the trees, and the men training nearby, “again bore me with those ridiculously long names!

There's a feat tonight! There'll be dancing." "A feast?" Kachka asked. "Who are we sacrificing?

Tribe life is not easy for anyone. But at least I was born female. I hate to think what my life would be like if I had not been." That made the dragon chuckle. "You don't hear that very often from Southlander women." "I do not know why," Elina answered honestly. "I would never want to be man. That cock hanging between your legs all day. You have no control of emotions. If we leave you to yourselves, you destroy without though; rage without reason; and attempt to fuck anything that wants you to leave them be.

I will not service your sister,” he told her flatly, unable to think of anything else to say. Elina laughed. “She does not want servicing. At least not from you.” “But when I came into your room earlier—” “It gets cold on Steppes. We share beds. We share food. We do not share cocks. There is no cock sharing among the Daughters of the Steppes. That is disgusting.” “So then earlier . . .” “She was inviting you to nap with us, like our brothers and cousins sometimes do. But not fuck.” “Oh.” “You sound disappointed.” “No. Just depressingly relieved.” “What?” “Beautiful sisters invite me to bed—I usually dive in headfirst. A little time away with you and suddenly I’m . . . my father.” “I like your father. Now he is charming. You are dolt with ineffective travel-cow and cousin that keeps trying to dress me like doll.” “Is that where you got that eye patch from?” “Yes.” “It’s a nice color on you.

Fearghus the Destroyer, first-born son to Queen Rhiannon and future Dragon King of the Southlands unless he could find another sucker to take such an oxen-shit job—Maybe I can talk Morfyd into being the next queen . . . no. She’s not that stupid—

But I enjoy looking down on others and judging them for things that are none of my concern.

Perhaps,” he reminded her, “you forget that you are a Cadwaladr. First. Last. And always. The protection of our Clan is and always will be the most important thing. We protect our queen. We protect our people. But we always, and I mean always, protect our kin.

Do I look weak to you? As if I cannot handle a simple ride?” “This is a simple ride? Then why is my ass killing me?” “You need to ride more.” “I’m a dragon. . . . I normally fly everywhere I need to go.” “And your wings do not get tired?” “No.” She stared at him with that disappointed expression she always seemed to wear before saying, “It must be nice to fly.” “Is that sarcasm?” “No. If I could fly, I would live in tree. Stare down at everyone . . . quietly hating them all.

The She-dragon called Ghleanna had been standing behind him. She grabbed his hair and yanked the old dragon forward while ramming the blade of her sword into his snout. Bram glanced down at Kachka and smiled. “Isn’t she glorious?” Ghleanna pulled the old dragon off her sword and focused on the soldiers. “Kill all of them!” she screamed, and dragons dropped from the skies, landing hard on the soldier dragons. “The royals always forget,” Bram murmured. “Cadwaladrs never fight alone.

Just...if you notice I'm talking too much or someone seems particularly interested in what I'm asking about, let me know. That's all. Just...have my back."' "Have...back?" "Have my back. Simply make sure that I don't put me foot in it." "Foot?" He rolled his eyes. "Gods, you're literal. I mean make sure I don't talk us into a bad situation." "Oh. Step on dick." His eyes widened. "Pardon?" "When men do stupid thing...we say they step on dick." "That would imply an impressively sized dick.

You can’t let the petty shit stop you from being who you are. And getting what you want.

Usually, Dagmar didn’t bother herself with right and wrong. She left that to men who received their power simply by being born with a penis. Everyone else had to fight for what was theirs.

Your mother did seem like cold, unfeeling viper determined to destroy world. . . . I like that in woman.

Tell ya this . . . your dad was smart enough to get your mum. And she didn’t make it easy.” “Cadwaladr females never make it easy.

Celyn merely snarled and stalked away. "You best go to him, sister, and soothe his hurt feelings." "Why should I?" "You know how men are. If you treat them nice and buy them gifts, they will suck your pussy like champion.

Trying to catch their breath, they lay there for so long that Celyn lost track of time. That is, until Elina noted, "You are still hard inside me." Celyn nodded, then realized she couldn't see that. "Aye," he finally answered. "How is that possible?" "I am dragon," he answered honestly. "Anything is possible. We're that amazing.

That was where the fear came from, Celyn believed. The not knowing. Not knowing what these offspring could do. Even they didn't know. At least not right away. So Celyn did understand the fear, but not the hatred. He didn't understand dragons who hated humans. Or humans who hated dragons. Or anyone who hated someone for being brought into this world without any say in the matter.

They seem to think the females belong to the males here rather than the way the gods truly intended it.

I would never want to be man. That cock hanging between your legs all day. You have no control of emotions. If we leave you to yourselves, you destroy without thought; rage without reason; and attempt to fuck anything that wants you to leave them be.

When men do stupid thing . . . we say they step on dick.” “That would imply an impressively sized dick.” Elina smirked. “Rider women already took the balls, which makes the dick of men look that much longer.” The dragon briefly closed his eyes, and he smiled. “Do you say that to the men of your tribes?” She reached up to his wide shoulder and patted it. “We sew it on our pillows.

She again patted the ground beside her. "Now come. Sit beside me. I will play with your cock while we eat." Elina hadn't even finished chewing the second bite of her food before the dragon suddenly dove into place next to her. A smile on his handsome face, his eyebrows wiggling in anticipation. He was adorably pathetic. "Take care of your horse first, Dolt." "Take care of him?" "He cannot spend the all night wearing saddle and equipment." "Aye, but..." "I am not going anywhere. My hands will still be here to play with cock when you get back." "Promise?

When men do stupid thing . . . we say they step on dick.