Chapter 4 What!

The room was dark, but my other senses were working just fine. I could feel people running all around me. I heard muffled voices of women screaming and things breaking close by to me. A female voice got really close to my ear and I could hear her clearly. "I am so sorry! Emmanuel said, that the lotion, and mud mask would be cleansing and helpful. I did not know it would paralyze you. I am going to get help. Please don't die! Brenton would die if you die."

I herd her scream in my ear, as I felt her get drug away from me. I was almost in a panic! Then I felt a pair of muscular arms come up underneath me picking me up. I knew that scent! Brenton? I could not talk; I was still paralyzed. Maybe he was taking me to a doctor. I was getting to the point it hurt to breathe. Then I could feel the motion of him moving fast. I was not sure if he was running, jogging or just walking fast. But I knew we were on the move.

The cool fresh air in my face felt amazing. Even though it was muffled, I could hear the foot falls of many other people with us as well. I was uncomfortable now. I knew I was just in a towel. I could not move to keep myself covered. Is this part of their traditions? Kidnapping the bride before the celebration could even begin.

When the cold night air hit my body, I knew we were out of the cave system. The cold gave me some functionality back. I reached up to hold my towel up and together. I curled into Brenton as he carried me as his bride moving quickly. I was handed to someone and then handed back to Brenton on the back of a horse. I could tell because of how high it was and the smell of the horse.

Then Brenton rode the horse like crazy. Racing through the trees and foliage. We were not staying on the beaten path. I could feel all sorts of plants hitting my legs, arms and all exposed skin. That was when the tree branch came out of nowhere. It hit us both knocking us off the back end of the horse. The horse kept running off, it sounded like it was in a panic.

Then I could hear a muffled, guttural, growl coming at us from in the distance. I do not know what happened to me really when I hit the ground. I was still feeling the effects of what ever drug had been used on me. But, I think I broke my arm and split open my head. I had landed on something soft. I think it was Brenton. I could feel his heartbeat, and that he was moaning.

I could not move! I laid there, stuck on top of him. I could not even talk. I had no way of checking to see if he was alright. I could not tell if I was alright. But then, he rolled me gently over. He rubbed the hot liquid off of my forehead and kissed me. This kiss did not feel right. Brenton's kisses always left butterflies and fire in my belly. This kiss felt like kissing a dead fish.

It was Brenton right? Something felt so wrong! Then when he tried to open my towel, I mustered up all the power I could. I managed to shout, "who are you!" The man holding me began getting aggressive. He threw my hands out of the way. I had no muscle left to fight with. I could not even see my attacker.

He yanked my towel off and grabbed my nipple. Through the muffled voice I heard him say, "you like that don't you! Yeah, not being able to fight back is a good look on you. If you had ever acknowledged me before, I would have already married you. I am taking you now! I will marry you at the next village. I will not wait any longer. Don't worry you wont feel a thing. You are so drunk on Kaysha flowers you wont even know what I have done. When you wake up tomorrow you will be so glad I saved you from that perverted dragon."

I felt him put my breast in his mouth and suck. I was so disgusted! I was able to muster up just enough strength to scream, "NO!!!" and shoved the creep off of me. I fell back to the ground on my face. I was stuck and vulnerable. I could feel the tears rolling.

The man was laughing. I could both hear it and feel it in the ground. He approached me from my backside. He dropped on me pinning my useless body to the ground. Then he untied his pants. I could not even fight back. He positioned himself to enter my back end, and the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Then I heard this loud roar! The man on top of me froze. I felt the pressure on my back release, and a heavy thud next to me as something hit the ground. It felt like an animal was smelling me from head to foot. Then I felt my towel wrapped back around me and another pair of muscular arms wrap around me. There was that smell again! I wanted so badly for it to be Brenton. The man leaned in and gently kissed me as he wiped away my tears.

This time I knew it was Brenton. I got the butterflies, and fire feeling in my belly. I allowed my body to relax. But when I did the drug took complete control of me and I completely passed out.

It was Brenton who had rescued me. I would find out weeks later, he had rescued me from Emmanuel. Emmanuel had came in with about twelve of the town's men. They killed two of the women who were serving me and trying to protect me.

Emmanuel had stolen me away as his men were fighting with Brenton's house staff. Every one of the men he had brought with him had been severely beaten and thrown in jail. The Dragons had a rule about not spilling blood on a forever day. Emmanuel himself was a different matter altogether. Emmanuel had a grudge against the Dragon Prince.

His father had always thought very highly of the Dragon clans. But Emmanuel did not. When Emmanuel's father told him that the Dragon Prince wanted me, Emmanuel's head nearly came off. Emmanuel knew that Brenton wanted me for around five years before Brenton came for me. Emmanuel had been running off my suitors since I was fifteen. He would threaten their family, income, livestock, and homes. That is why my suitors would turn tail and run.

But when Emmanuel found out about the Dragon Prince, he decided to make me completely his before handing me over. Making it impossible for the Dragons to take me. He kept telling the emissary for the Dragon clan that it was in the works. Emmanuel had every intention of marrying me and denying the Dragon clan their due. He wanted to eradicate the dragons. But his father did not agree. Now the Dragons wanted the one thing he wanted as his! That was unacceptable! That was the day he had thrown a tomato at me.

From that day forward he treated me like dirt. Because he thought the family would hand me over without any issues just so they could save face in the community. Then he could brag in court about his beautiful wife being given to him as a gift. The Brenton ruined all his plans!

Emmanuel's father wanted him to learn about the marriage rights of the dragon people. So, Emmanuel had actually helped plan the ritual. It had taken them three months to get it all in order. Emmanuel was so proud of himself too. He would embarrass Brenton and deny him his wedding night all in one fell swoop.

He never expected to see me laying there in my towel. He said I was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. When he pulled the towel off and I did not fight him, even though I thought it was Brenton, he could not have been more excited. When I pushed him off, after all the trouble he had gone through to rescue me, he had had enough. He decided it was time to teach his future bride how to behave.

That is until he heard the roar! When he looked up he only saw the tail of a great red dragon creaming at him. He was knocked through three trees before coming to rest at the bottom of an old oak. He had been knocked out. One of Brenton's brothers landed next to me and held his wing over me to hide my nakedness. Brenton walked over and took Emmanuel to a cell in the pits of his castle.

While everyone waited for the paralyzing lotion to wear off, the dragons had a war council. They invited a local healing witch. Healing witches are known for the ability to read minds. They did not even try to get answers out of Emmanuel. She read his mind and told his story. The more she talked the more ashamed Emmanuel looked. The dragons also invited in the fairy council to take notes and to spread the word to Emmanuel's father. The dragon council decided, with guidance from prince Brenton, that Emmanuel would be sentenced to one year in his cell. If his father wished to plead his case the council would hear it. But if Emmanuel was to ever come back into the Dragon territory without exclusive permission from Prince Brenton, the council would have him over for their next lunch.

The message was sent to Emmanuel's father and the evidence of it. The healing witch watched everyone's memories including my own. I did not know half of what had transpired. The healing witch herself took the message. She being a witch could portal anywhere within a matter of moments. She played the memories for Emmanuel's father.

Emmanuel's father cried and apologized. He even came back and apologized to the council in person with the healing witch. The dragon council invited him to stay for the wedding and to bid his son a fare well. The old man excepted and thanked the council for their generosity.

All of this happening in the matter of three hours. The lotion wore off and I could see again. The women, constantly apologizing to me, bathed me again and used peppermint oils and lotion to rub into my skin. I enjoyed the peppermint so much more. Not only was it pleasing to the nose but it was pleasing to the skin! It left a lingering tingling sensation behind.

As soon as the lotion had soaked in completely, they dressed me in what looked like a red, floor length, sequenced gown. It was very form fitting and was as soft as cotton. The scales glimmered in the slightest light. When I twirled in the mirror it billowed out like a cloud around me. My arms were bare, and it showed more cleavage than I even knew I had. But I loved the way it fit me. I looked like I had curves. I looked like I had more breasts than ever. I always felt like I was on the small end when it came to breasts. But this dress made me look like I had two melons instead of two apples. I wonder if the dragon people wore their wedding dresses for more occasions than just their weddings?

The older woman I though was the head maid came in slowly. She knocked on the door frame to the room I was in. I nodded and she and three other ladies came in, doing my hair and makeup. I never knew I could look like a real lady. Standing looking in the mirror I felt like myself for the first time ever. I felt like I was where I belonged.

I felt confident. I felt beautiful. Most of all I felt loved. The older woman announced that it was time. I stood up and began to walk with a confidence I had never felt before in my entire life. The women ushered me out and down the hall. It was time to go see my new husband!