The Dragon's Mistress (Dragon Erotica) by Tessa Black Read Free Book Online Page A

remember; he was the only one who
could cause her cheeks to heat with just a glance. She took in a
deep inhale, attempting to steady the butterflies that erupted in
her stomach. He could not have the best of her today.
    "Princess," he bowed as he approached her,
his long blonde hair falling into his eyes. "To what do I owe this
pleasure?"
    "I would like to request that we meet in your
quarters," she said, pushing herself off the wall and placing her
hands on her hips.
    "I--"his green eyes widened once again.
"Princess, as much as I am a servant to your bidding, I am bound to
thy word of His Majesty first."
    "Has he ever commanded that I steer clear of
your quarters?" She asked, cocking a brow. She could feel her heart
pound furiously against her chest. Though she showed no sign of it,
she was secretly petrified. She knew she could get Cameron killed
for this if anyone were to see her disappear into his room.
    "No, I admit that he has not," he lowered his
eyes and brought a hand up to rub his neck.
    "Then you shall take me to your quarters, or
alas, I shall tell the kingdom that I am round with your seed," she
said maliciously, feeling the nerves quiver inside of her.
    "But...Your Majesty," he waved his palms
before her defensively. "Surely the midwife will see it to be a
lie."
    "Not until after you are cold," she spat, a
swell of confidence growing inside of her. Though she knew that she
shouldn't, she was well aware of what it took to make a child. Many
years of snooping around the servants quarters and watching animals
copulate in the forest had taught her. She couldn't deny that
sometimes in the middle of the night she awoke feeling feverish, a
wet stream between her legs. On more than one occasion a dream of
the warlock was the cause.
    "As you wish, Princess," Cameron bowed, a
twitching hand pressed to his chest. Though she knew that this was
dangerous and foolhardy, Guinevere wanted more than anything to be
the ruler of Aspen. If she could not do it as a queen, then she
would do it as a king.
    Cameron led her to his quarters, pulling open
the elaborately decorated wood door for her. He waved a hand before
him and Guinevere pulled up the trailing fabric of her dress and
held her head high. Though she had been forced to practice walking
in her dresses she was still no good at it, and it did not behoove
her to get any better.
    "Please, Princess," Cameron said, closing the
door behind him. "Have a seat."
    Guinevere was surprised at the size of his
sitting room. The windows were large like her own, and the red
curtains that were closed over them were embroidered with silver
patterns. There was a large, dark wood table with tall matching
chairs, and a bowl of apples and a jug of wine in the center.
Guinevere did not expect that the Warlock entertained often but it
appeared the contrary. She took a seat at the table and he sat
across from her.
    "So, Princess, what have you come to such a
humble warlock for?"
    "If I understand your powers truly, then you
are being quite modest." Guinevere took the jug of wine and sloshed
it into her cup. She knew that Cameron had not offered her anything
because it would not be proper, but she wanted to make a point that
all the taboos were on the table. She took a long, steady sip from
her goblet and smiled, grateful for its heady properties.
    "I have come to ask that you cast me a
spell," she said, her goblet hitting the table with a commanding
thud.
    "What kind of spell, Princess?" A spark of
bemusement lit up his eyes.
    "I want to rule Aspen. As you are aware,
there is but one thing that stands in my way," she said, malice
curling up on her pretty lip.
    "And you want me to cure you of it?" Cameron
said, his head nodding slowly as he came to an understanding.
    "Yes. I want you, with your ethereal powers,
to make me my father's son."
    Cameron paused. He gave her a small smile and
then stood from the table, taking stroll over to one of the large
windows. He pushed a curtain aside to watch the