Page 26 of I Will Make You Mine
I let him do it, because at this point, it looked like he was following his nature. He stepped back eventually and turned to Théoden, who nodded approvingly. That was when he and Josef rejoined their pack and then led them off into the thick of trees. I looked down at Isiah and forced him to sit back on his heels. Tears were flowing from his eyes and his chest was heaving as he glared up at me. Even his nostrils were pulsing like a bull’s. He was livid, no doubt.
“You’ll thank me for that when I fuck your brains out. Trust me, I know you’ve loved every inch of my cock before, boy. But know this… I’ve been holding back. I’ll hold back no longer once you’re turned,” I said, then lifted him to his feet. I turned to Théoden. “I guess it gets ugly from here?”
Théoden nodded. “Lots of bodily fluids spewing, and not the good kind. You may want to take a bedroom inside. Have one of the human servants show you which one. I did let Josef know you were coming and for this reason. He told me he sat aside a space for you.”
“Then why did you try to talk me out of it?” I asked.
“Because you wanted that particular human for so long. I thought you’d want to err on the side of caution and see what would happen to a human once they’d been bitten by Dante. But there was no convincing you, so now your boy will be the guinea pig,” Théoden replied.
“Good for you that I’ll be here for the next twelve to twenty-four hours. If there is an attack, I’ll do what I can to protect my pet,” I said.
“That is the silver lining, I suppose,” Théoden agreed.
“I’ll leave in the morning with Giorgio,” Tylendel said. “But until that time, I suppose I’ll keep you company. If an attack does happen, well, surely my King will understand self-defense.”
“It is appreciated,” Théoden said, then he rose and walked into the house.
I looked at his son, Marco, who’d been silent as the grave the entire time. He also looked to be in the foulest of moods. Of course, being a dragon, I knew what was wrong with him. Sexual repression. He needed to bust a good nut to turn that frown upside down. Of course, I didn’t bother to interfere. Théoden was stingy with his sons, and that was well-known. Probably one of the reasons why Evander took it easy on him and requested the company of his two boys. He got to taste what few have. Of course, both Ty and I had fucked some of his sons, but not all of them.
I was jealous when I heard that Ty had fucked Noel. To be able to fuck a virgin’s hole each and every time you stuck your cock into it… well… that was a luxury dragons didn’t have. Once we lost our virginity, it was gone forever. Sure, boyholes were still nice and tight and sweet as pie. But there was nothing like a cherry cunt. It was too bad I’d fucked Isiah prior to having him turned or I could have been so fortunate. Well, that was all in the past. I had no idea getting my own puppy would be in the cards for me.
As for Isiah, yeah, he was looking like shit right then. He was starting to shiver and his body was burning up. It was time for me to start doctoring him up to make sure he survived his transformation. I picked him up and carried him inside the house. I stopped the first human I saw, a petite female that looked to be in her late fifties.
“Where can I go with him and what do I need to tend to him?” I asked.
“Follow me, please.” She led me to a bedroom on the first floor, which looked to be a standard guest bedroom. Pleasant enough to stay in for a few nights, but not comfortable enough to invite a longer visit. There was a bed, no television, one dresser, and several planters to add ambiance and take up space. I laid Isiah down on the bed, then covered him up to his chest. The human came back with a bowl of water, some towels, and something in a syringe.
“What is that?” I asked, pointing to the syringe.
“A solution Mr. Astor came up with to help ease the transition. I don’t know what’s in it, Sir, but it does help ease the sickness and fever,” she said. “I was told to help.”
I was about to tell her to forget about the syringe until I heard Isiah gagging. There was a trashcan beside the bed. I snatched it up in time for him to rollover and puke inside of it. Of course, he missed his mark and some of his vomit landed on my hand and the floor. I believed he did that on purpose, though. I wouldn’t put it past him. It was disgusting, but nothing I wasn’t used to. You couldn’t have lived as long as I had without having your share of gross human shit to deal with.
“I’ll get you a towel, Sir,” the nursemaid said as she hurried out of the room.
I continued to hold the trashcan for Isiah as he purged his stomach contents. The whole mess was foul and stank, but I supposed it was also unavoidable. Perhaps that solution would help make things better for him and me. I guess I’d allow it. Isiah began to dry heave, then he fell back onto the bed, looking uncharacteristically pale, which worried me.
The human came back in and I grabbed the warm, soapy towel and cleaned my hand off. I watched as she applied a cool, wet towel to Isiah’s forehead and began patting him down with another one.
“Do you need me to remove his clothing?” I asked.
“That would help, yes, Sir.”
I pulled the sheets back and began stripping my pet of the few clothes I’d allowed him to wear, which wasn’t much. I took off his pants and shoes. He wasn’t wearing socks or underwear. I smiled at my handwork on his cock, which was a little puffy, but healing. If he survived this change, all would be healed up perfectly tomorrow. Even his broken hand. I covered him back up again.
“You can use the solution if it’ll help him,” I said.
She nodded. “It will, Sir. I’ve seen it work several times. It helps make sure the new wolves make it through their change.”
“Does it always work?” I asked as I watched her work up a vein in Isiah’s arm.
She shook her head. “Not always, but a great majority of the time, Sir.”
Well, that gave me just a little bit more confidence than I’d had before. What the hell, go for it. I nodded and she stuck Isiah with the needle. He whimpered a little, his head rolling side to side in his delirium. She injected the solution into him and withdrew the needle.
“How long before we see effects—oh damn,” I said, taken aback by how quickly color started to fill Isiah’s cheeks. I watched as he began to breathe a little better. “Is his fever breaking?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’ll get you another syringe of solution to use if his fever returns.” She got up and left, and I watched as my pet lay on the bed, glaring at me.
