“You’re perfect,” the dragon said, doing a half-roll to change directions. “I’m bringing you home.”
The dragon lived in a mansion.Of course he did.
They flew into Cartfalls and landed in a sprawling, enclosed backyard, with a swimming pool next to a tall hedge and flowering bushes surrounding a neat lawn. Closer to the mansion, fancy chairs surrounded a cobblestone fire pit, but somehow, it felt a little too impersonal. As though the dragon didn’t spend much of his time out here.
That was okay, though. This was plenty of space for Ottis to stretch his legs.
“You live here,” Ottis blurted, secretly glad that they were back on solid ground.
The dragon set him on his feet. Marcie peeked out of her chest carrier.
“I do. This is my lair.” The dragon lifted one large leathery wing to gesture at the two-story mansion behind them.
Soft golden lights lit up the building’s exterior. Large glass windows spanned the second floor, and on one side of the mansion, slabs of hewn rock made up the first-story wall. There were no windows in that wall.
“What’s that?” Ottis asked.
The dragon followed his gaze. “Ah. You’re not allowed there.”
Ottis coughed. “You know that’s just putting a huge neon sign on it, right? It’s like you want to draw my attention to the forbidden fruit.”
The dragon coughed. “I promise there’s nothing to see there.”
“Totally not suspicious at all,” Ottis said agreeably.
The dragon’s fangs flashed in a smile.
Actually, now that he was fully lit by the mansion’s outdoor lighting, Ottis realized that the dragon’s snout looked strange. The scales there were... crumpled. Darkened. Unlike the smooth, iridescent gold of his other scales, the dragon’s snout looked as though it had been burned or chewed up, maybe even splashed with acid.
Ottis scanned the rest of the dragon’s body, finding other patches of scales afflicted with the same thing. Some of them were ruined in tiny patches, others were large swaths of crumpled scales.
The dragon noticed him staring. He drew himself up, eyes narrowed. “Did you decide not to sign the contract, after all?”
Ottis jerked his head up. “What? I didn’t say that.”
But the dragon sounded a tiny bit worried, so Ottis unfolded the singed paper and clicked his pen. He read the kidnapping terms again.
By signing this contract, you hereby agree that the Probe Master will be allowed to probe your body. Circle one: I agree./I disagree.
State any restrictions here:
You also agree that the Probe Master will be allowed to deposit his love juices inside you (I agree./I disagree.) and knot you for an extended period of time. (I agree./I disagree.)
“Th-This is very explicit,” Ottis said breathlessly. But he was already circling:I agree. No restrictions. I agree. I agree.
“Mmm,” the dragon rumbled, watching him scribble. “Good.”
Ottis’ circles were shaky because this was only one sheet of paper, and he didn’t have any solid backing to write on. “I need to fill out the rest on something solid.”
The dragon smiled and brought his head closer. “I’mvery solid.”
Ottis glanced down the dragon’s body and decidednotto ask if his cock was tucked away in that raised, scaly slit between his legs. Instead, he flattened the piece of paper against the dragon’s chest, warmth soaking through the contract into his hands.
He printed his name and signed on the dotted line. As the dragon breathed, Ottis’ hands rose and fell along with his chest. “So... I’m officially kidnapped?”
“Yes,” the dragon purred, tugging the contract out from under Ottis’ hands, so he was left holding onto the dragon’s scaly chest. “You have promised not to tell anyone of your kidnapping. But you may tell concerned parties that you are in a good place. I will be unlocking your phone to check your messages. And I shall do this at any time I desire, with you pinned under me. Possibly while I’m buried inside you.”
He was merely repeating the contract terms that Ottis had agreed to. But the promise in his voice made Ottis grow hot.
