I know of only one such male in the town—the blacksmith.He’sa huge, hulking male—nearly seven feet tall and covered in bulging muscle from swinging that heavy hammer of his to shape metal all day.He’salso usually covered in grime from the forge.Itgives him a dirty, disreputable look that makes me feel weak in my knees.
I’ve only seen him from afar, because we of the temple don’t believe in using metal, much.Wetry to craft all our implements out of wood and clay and other natural materials.Buteven seeing him across the street makes all the short hairs at the back of my neck stand up becauseIcanfeelhisDrake.
The huge creature that lurks inside him has a strange mental feeling—a feeling like he’s waiting for something—or someone.Idon’t know howIknow that—Ijust do.Iknow it the same wayIknew the town’s blacksmith was aDrakethe first timeIsaw him—even thoughI’venever seen himShiftand to my knowledge he has neverShiftedin or near the town.
In fact,I’mnot sure many other people know he is aDrakeShifter—they might just think he has horns because he’s partMinotauror partSatyr.Lotsof males have horns—it’s not always an indication that you have a huge, fire-breathing dragon inside you.
But just thinking of the huge blacksmith with his tarnished silver eyes and his bulging muscles makes me quiver inside…and not only with fright.Hasthe witch actually cursed me to seek him out and ask him to ruin me?Becausethat’s what it would mean to show up to the dorm with green eyes and a big belly—the total ruination of my life and prospects.
“I’ll talk to my mother about it tomorrow,”Mirabellasays, speaking to the group at large.“Fornow, we have to get back into bed before they find out we’re missing!”
This gets the girls going and we all file back into the dorm room and climb into bed.Butinstead of everyone settling down, there’s a lot of shifting and moaning.
“Ican’tget comfortable!”Hortencemutters from the cot beside me.“Ineed to befilled!”
I have the same feeling she does, butIfight it.Igrit my teeth and squeeze my thighs together, determined not to give in to the awful urges the witch’s curse has given me.
But try asImight, sleep won’t come.Andall around meIcan hear the sounds of faint moans and see the movement of hands under blankets.Itseems that the girls around me are doing their best to help themselves and ease the burden of the curse…butIdon’t think it’s working.
I’m tempted to put my hand between my own legs, but just thenSisterAgathacomes sweeping into the dorm.
“Here now—what’s all this ruckus?”she demands as she walks down the center aisle between the two rows of cots.“I’venever heard such noisy girls in all my live-long days!”
“Sorry,SisterAgatha,”Hortencebegins.“It’sjust that we all?—”
At that point,Mirabellacatches her eye and gives her such a look that she quails and breaks off abruptly.
“You what?”SisterAgathademands butHortencehas been well and truly cowed.
“Nothing,” she whispers, sinking back down in her cot.“Nothing,Sister—nothing at all.”
“Well then…”SisterAgathatakes another long look around the room, her beady little eyes narrowing.It’sclear she knows something is going on—she just can’t tell what it is.
At last she gives a short, sharp nod of her bony chin and leaves the dorm, closing the doors behind her.
At once everyone’s hands go back under the covers.Ihear muffled moans and gasps and panting…but no sounds of relief.Nosounds of anyone reaching the peak or sighs of contentment.
I try touching myself too—after all, if everyone else is,Imight as well.Iturn on my stomach and reach a hand between my legs, being sureI’mwell covered.Thisway no one can see whatI’mdoing—they’ll just assumeI’msleeping on my stomach—Ihope.
My fingers find my pussy but it’s no good.ThoughI’mswollen and wet with need, no amount of teasing my little clitty gets me anywhere near to reaching the peak.I’monly making myself feel more frustrated and empty inside.
Unbidden, my mind strays back to theDrakeblacksmith.Whatis his name?Idon’t even know.Ionly knowIhave to stay far away from him.BecauseIfear that ifIget too close, the curse will compel me to beg him to fuck me and swell my belly with his seed.
I can’t do that—I’dbe homeless if the color of my eyes was changed!Homelessand pregnant and how wouldIcare for the baby?WhatwouldIdo?
I roll on my side and close my eyes.Ido my best to get to sleep but try asImight,Ican’t quite get the image of the big, dirty, frightening smith out of my mind…
6
ELOWEN
I last until my late afternoon chores are done the next day.Bythat time, almost all the girls in my dorm have snuck off to find relief.Isee them heading to town andIknowIshouldn’t follow.IfIdo,I’llsurely end up seeking out the hugeDrakeblacksmith.Idon’t want that, doI?
No,Itell myself firmly,Idon’t.
But it does no good.Hekeeps popping into my mind andIkeep thinking of how his muscles glisten with sweat when he’s working the forge.(Yes,Iadmit,I’vewalked past sometimes, pretendingIwas on an errand but really wanting to see him work.)
I try telling myself all kinds of frightening things.
