A Dragon's Tale Ch. 21

"Are you serious?" She asked, not able to tell.

"I never kid about gum." He replied, his face and body language unreadable.

She took the offered gum, but didn't put it in her mouth. She really couldn't tell if he was serious about her disappearing or not. If he was that good at concealing his body language, he was probably that good at lying too. That didn't bode well for her long-term.

She took a deep breath, turned, and went through the door leading into the interrogation room.

It looked rather like all the interrogation rooms she'd seen on TV. It was spartan, made of concrete, and only had a single table and three aluminum chairs inside. The necromancer occupied one of them, and she and Smithbond sat down in the other two.

The captive eyed them appraisingly, much more alert than she would've guessed give the amount of drugs he'd been given. His eyes were even more unnerving this close, and were clearly devoid of warmth, compassion, or pity. They were like a reptile's eyes, though strangely not like that dragon man's eyes.

Hmm...

"What can I do for you?" The necromancer asked, ignoring Selene and addressing Smithbond.

"You can tell us how you got here from the Ten Kingdoms." He replied.

"No introductions." The mage shook his head. "Such rudeness simply won't do."

"You declined to introduce yourself first." Selene pointed out, hoping to keep him off balance."

"You let your woman speak?" He sneered at Smithbond, not even looking at her.

"Occasionally." Smithbond said casually. "But she has a point."

The captive eye him for a moment, still completely ignoring Selene. "Gonorran. You?"

"The name is Smithbond; James Smithbond."

"Selene."

Gonorran glanced at her like a parent might glance at a child who was misbehaving or being annoying. "No one asked you."

She wanted to glare at him, but figured the interrogation might be better served by not doing so. She clenched her fists under the table, but kept her face calm and neutral.

"Now, about that portal..." Smithbond said.

Gonorran eyed them, and that's when Selene realized that he was too awake. They had given him enough drugs to stupefy a rhino and yet he was perfectly lucid. She assumed that Smithbond had noticed this too, so didn't say anything. However, it was troubling.

"You aren't mages." Gonorran said matter-of-factly. "None of your soldiers were mages, and probably no one else on this Illuminar forsaken world is either."

Selene noticed him moving under the straightjacket, and it almost looked like he was feeling something that was invisible.

"No. No, it's too thick for mages to exist here." He said with a subtle smile. "So how do you even know about portals?" He leaned forward, and for some reason that was creepy too. "I'm not the first to come here, am I?"

Suddenly, Selene wasn't sure who was being interrogated.

Smithbond locked eyes with him for a moment. There seemed to be a struggle of wills for several moments before Smithbond smiled slightly.

"Selene; give us the room." He said as Gonorran smirked.

She only paused a moment before getting up and starting to leave. She wasn't sure what either of them were playing at, but she was almost glad she wasn't being included.

"Oh, and Selene." Smithbond said.

"Yes?" She turned back towards him, but he was still looking at Gonorran as he spoke to her. "If you share any of what you've seen today, you'll face court martial charges... if you make it to trial."

She nodded and left.

Once the door was closed, she left out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She would've said that something wasn't right here, but so many things weren't right. It would've been easier to count the very few things that were right, rather than the ones that were 'off'.

Yvonne was sitting in the observation room watching a thermal image of Gonorran on a laptop. Oddly, his body seemed cooler than she would've expected. The purple-haired computer geek glanced up as she entered, her short spiky hair barely moving.

"Keep walking Miss Dawson." Yvonne said absent-mindedly. "There's a sergeant outside who'll take you to your bunk."

Selene frowned, not liking being kept out of the loop. "I can watch from here, and I won't get in the way."

"No, you won't." Yvonne said, and then tapped a couple keys on her computer.

The door swung open and a burly man in a military fatigues stepped inside. "Miss Dawson, will you come with me please ma'am."

It wasn't a question.

She followed him down a veritable maze of concrete corridors. She still had no idea where they were, as the van she'd rode in on didn't have any windows in the back section where she had been. However, this place was huge.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Close to your bunk ma'am."

"I meant geographically; what state, county, etcetera."

"I'm afraid I can't disclose that ma'am." He replied, then stopped near a steel door that had a lock on the outside. It didn'tlook like a prison cell, but if someone closed the deadbolt she'd be stuck.

"That looks... cozy." She said sarcastically.

"Yes ma'am. Youwill make yourself comfortable. Do I make myself clear."

Again, not a question.

She sized him up. He had probably a hundred pounds of muscle on her and carried himself like a trained fighter. She shrugged and entered the room, hearing him close and lock it behind her.

The room was very spartan, with only a steel dresser, aluminum chair, and a cot with a very uncomfortable looking mattress. She peeled her suit jacket off, unbuttoned a few buttons of her dress shirt, kicked off her shoes, and flopped onto the cot. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked, but she wasn't planning to get the manufacture's number.

She would've loved to call her parents and let them know she was okay, but even if Smithbond hadn't taken her phone, she doubted she would get reception through all the concrete.

She sighed.

Her mind went back over the day, and what a day it was. She'd found the dragon, been beaten by him, lost her job, gotten another job, learned that magic and portals to other worlds were real, witnessed a mage fighting, and then interrogated that same mage.

But setting all that aside, possibly the strangest thing about the day was her encounter with the dragon. She wasn't sure why, but that stuck out as the weirdest thing. Especially what his wives -- plural -- had said before the portal had closed.

They were both clearly in love with him, and both clearly and fondly recalled sharing his bed.

Selene thought back to how he had looked at her; like a sex object that was just barely worthy of his notice. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Not like they were looking down on her as if she was beneath them. Many had fallen all over themselves to get her attention, but never had she felt like she was barely worth someone's attention. She had felt like that with him.

He had beaten her easily.

Pathetically easily.

She would've been embarrassed at how easily if another emotion wasn't rising to challenge her embarrassment. She had never before felt as powerless as the dragon-man had made her feel. She had been utterly helpless before him.

For some reason, that started a small itch between her legs.

For some reason, that powerlessness combined with the look he'd given her lit a fire inside of her that she'd never felt before. He'd looked at her like a sex object for him to use. She had never felt 'appraised' like that before. No one had ever looked at her purely as a sexual object without regard for her humanity or personality. For some reason, that added fuel to the fire.

She felt ashamed of that though.

Almost worse, it seemed like the dragon was deciding whether she was worth his notice, his attention... his bed. For some reason, she felt a slight shiver run down her spine that ended between her legs.

She had always tried to be honest with herself, and she now couldn't deny that his treatment of her had made her feel something that she'd never felt before. It didn't even make any sense: why should she be aroused by him treating her like a piece of meat -- a sex object -- for him to toy with?

Maybe because no one else ever had?

Maybe because other men fell at her feet?

She didn't like it.

She didn't like that he made her feel so good because of that. She wanted to be treated with respect and admired for the accomplished woman that she was. She was a strong, independent woman who didn't need a man. Sure she wanted one, but she definitely didn't need one. She especially didn't need one that seemed to view her as nothing more than a sex object to be used.

However, the itch between her legs begged to differ.

* * *

Ethan slowly returned to the waking world feeling better than he had in a very long time. He had slept through the entire night without a single dream or interruption, and now he was waking to the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced.

Before he'd even opened his eyes, he felt a smile creep onto his face. He could feel all three of his wives snuggled up against him. He was laying on his side, spooning with Alana cradled in his arms. He opened his eyes a crack to a vision of peaceful, sleeping beauty that was his first wife.

Her face was completely relaxed as her chest rose and fell in time with her peaceful breathing. Her chocolate colored hair was splayed over the pillow and framed her face perfectly. For some reason, her tiny, cute, button nose stuck out to him as particularly adorable this morning.

Just beyond her, facing both him and Alana, was Beth's young and very beautiful face. While the wood elf was cradled in his arms, he only had one hand resting on the blonde. He had his wing draped like a blanket over her naked body, which felt incredible. She also looked very content and peaceful, and her blonde hair framed her lovely face perfectly.

Behind him, snuggled up against his back was Taloni. Like Beth, one of his wings was draped over her naked body like a blanket. The Fey's honey-blonde hair was perfect as always, even when it was a mess. Every so often, he could feel her wings flutter slightly against his wing.

He sighed contentedly.

It was wonderful.

For the first time ever, he was waking up with all three of his wives around him.

This was perfect.

Oddly, it had very little to do with the fact that they were all naked. He loved that of course. They were all beautiful women and he was very much looking forward to enjoying each and every one of them in bed this morning.

But that wasn't what made it wonderful.

No, it was wonderful because they all adored him, and he them. He truly cared about each and every one of them very deeply, and they felt the same about him.

He also realized that the most wonderful thing about having wings wasn't being able to fly, though that was wonderful. His wings were spread over them like a blanket, and he could feel all of them through the thin membrane of his wings. It was almost like being able to 'hold' all of them at once.

That was the best part about wings.

He adjusted them slightly and -- as one -- all of his wives made a soft, contented sigh, wiggling slightly closer in their sleep.

It was heaven.

Of course, all those beautiful, naked, nubile women moving against the skin of his wings -- not to mention their soft sighs -- had a very predictable effect on his cock. He savored the feeling, knowing that they would soon be awake and wanting to thoroughly wear him out in bed. He wasn't sure his stamina was up to all three of them, but he was certainly ready to find out.

Ah, harem problems

As he laid there semi-aroused, he idly wondered what each of them were thinking.

* * *

Beth felt a strange sensation as the night's sleep slowly waned. She could feel the comfortable mattress beneath her as she lay on her side, but her other side, back, and front had something touching them that she didn't recognize.

It was comfortable though.

She sighed softly as she let sleep leave enough for her to open her eyes. In front of her was a mass of silky-smooth chocolate brown hair draped over the face of a beautiful wood elf. Alana had a subtle, contented smile as she slowly breathed in her sleep, and Ethan's arms were wrapped around her protectively, with one of them touching her.

She smiled at that.

Beth glanced down to see her legs and the wood elf's legs were slightly intertwined. It felt very odd because she'd never woken up half snuggling with another woman before, but the skin-on-skin contact felt really nice. Then she realized both of them were completely naked and suddenly her cheeks got very warm.

She turned her head to see what was touching her side and back.

She smiled.

Ethan had one of his wings wrapped around her. The membrane felt exactly like skin, because it was, but it was also like a blanket wrapped around her. It felt wonderful. Weird, but wonderful. It was also surprisingly warm, especially with how thin it seemed to be.

It took her a moment to realize that the way his wings felt wasn't the strangest thing about this morning. The strangest thing was her completely non-reaction to seeing her husband snuggling with another naked woman. She truly didn't mind anymore; not one bit. In fact, she felt happy for Alana and only hoped they'd trade place soon so she could take a turn.

She sighed at the thought.

Behind Alana, Ethan's head poked up and smiled at her. *Good morning beautiful.*

She smiled back. *Good morning handsome.* She scooted a bit closer to both Him and Alana.

He reached up with his wing and affectionately brushed her face, as one might with their finger. It was loving and tender, and just made her heart melt. She'd never had a more perfect morning, and couldn't believe that she could look forward to this for the rest of her life.

She couldn't imagine anyone being as happy as she was now.

* * *

Taloni had been dreaming of flying through the forest when a minor earthquake woke her up. Wait, an earthquake? While flying? She opened her eyes to see Ethan's back shaking slightly with what looked like suppressed laughter.

She smiled and snuggled closer to him.

He twisted his head around to look at her. *Good morning honey.*

She felt her smile get even wider. *Good morning master.*

His wing pulled her slightly closer to him. *I'd turn around, but Alana is still asleep and I don't want to wake her.*

Taloni nodded, then slid up the bed so she was half laying on Ethan's pillow. If they had been standing she would've been looking down at him with her stomach on top of his head. He looked 'up' at her and she kissed him.

A soft, contented sigh made her look up to see Beth's beautiful face resting on her pillow watching. Ethan's wing was draped around her almost like covers, and she looked incredibly beautiful.

"Morning." The blonde mouthed.

"Morning." The other teen mouthed back with a slight wave of her hand.

Alana's chocolate brown hair was splayed all over the pillow in front of Ethan and -- for some reason -- Taloni felt an enormous surge of contentment watching her husband snuggle with his two other naked...

She went red.

She closed her eyes and pointed her head determinedly at anything over than Beth's firm, proud breasts. Fortunately, Ethan's head and her arms were hiding her own naked body from view.

He chuckled again. *They don't bite, and seeing as how you all keep taking your clothes off in your sleep, you're likely to see a lot more of them.*

They Fey teen nodded, not sure if he was talking about his wives in general or Beth's breasts in particular. It didn't really matter, he was right ether way. She wasn't sure why, but she was shy about being naked around his other wives. It didn't bother her, but she was a little self-conscious.

She slid back down so his body was blocking Beth's view of her own body, and then rested her chin affectionately on his shoulder.

He grinned at her appreciatively. *You are wonderful, you know that?*

She felt her heart swell as she beamed. *Thank you.*

The exuberant Fey teen closed her eyes and just savored the simple pleasure of snuggling with her husband in bed. True, he had two other wives there, but she didn't mind. He truly cared about her and made her feel loved and cherished. Plus, his other wives were truly delightful; almost like sisters.

She never would've chosen to share a husband before meeting Ethan and his other wives. Now, she wouldn't have it any other way.

She sighed contentedly.

* * *

Alana drifted towards the waking world, exquisitely aware of Ethan wrapped all around her. His legs were entwined with hers, his arms around her torso, and his front was pressed against her back.

It was heaven.

His legs did feel a bit strange though...

She moved them experimentally and felt skin instead of scale. Beth? She knew the blonde had fallen asleep right next to her. She cracked her eyes and saw a beautiful cascade of blonde hair rolling down the pillow onto the sheets right in front of her. The hair sprung from a slightly sleepy but very happy looking teenager, who was as naked as the day she was born.

Unlike the first time, the wood elf didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with that.

"Good morning." Her husband whispered into her ear.

She sighed. "Good morning sir."

"Sir?" He remarked on the title she usually used when she was feeling horny. "Feeling frisky this early in the morning?"

She wiggled her butt against him playfully. "For you, always; whenever you want me... sir."

He kissed her cheek. "Yeah, that means I'd never slide out of you, and that might make a few other ladies feel slightly neglected."

She smiled and moved her head to snuggle closer against him. The movement moved a lock of her hair, which fell across her nose. She tried to blow it away with her mouth, but it didn't want to move and Ethan had her arms delightfully pinned under his.

Moments later, a soft, delicate finger brushed the lock away and tucked it behind her ear. Beth was in front of her, so... "Morning Tee." She said turning to face the very content looking Fey teen, then cocked her head to one side. "Can I call you Tee?"

"I don't mind." She replied, then blushed slightly. "As long as you don't hog master all to yourself."

The wood elf chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Is it weird that I don't mind if Dominus takes you two to bed, just so long as I get a turn too?" Beth asked.

Alana shrugged. "Maybe, but I feel the same."

"Me too." Taloni chimed in. "And I'm glad we all feel that way. This could be, Um... unpleasant if we didn't."

"No kidding." Ethan said, turning slightly to see the Fey girl better. Alana adjusted so she was laying on her back, still very much in contact with Ethan, but now she could turn her head to see both her fellow wives too.

He looked at the three of them in turn, his smiled getting wider as he did so. "Damn, I must be the luckiest guy in the world with you all here. Life just seems complete with you three."

Alana sighed and Beth followed suit, but Taloni hesitated before also doing so.

"What?" The wood elf asked.

"Nothing." The Fey teen said quickly. A little too quickly.

Ethan tucked his wings and rolled onto his back so he could look at her properly. "That didn't sound like nothing."

She bit her lip. "You promise you won't be mad?"

"Yes, I promise." He replied kindly.

"Um..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at him in much the same manner a kitten might look at its master after being caught doing something wrong. "I think... I think that there's, um... there might be someone missing to make it complete."