Page 81 of The Exiled Dragon

“Do you enjoy fucking, my mate?” My Dragon spoke for me. “Do you like to be fucked from behind?”

“Yes!” she cried. My Dragon puffed out my chest, pouring ropes of seed into her again.

“I’ll fuck you more then,” I whispered in her ear. My Dragon continued to empty our seed into her perfectly puffy pink flower. Her petals dampened with dew as I sighed contentedly leaning my head on her naked back.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Amora

“Come,come,thiswillbe fairly quick.” The Golden Light Kingdom’s head Witch, Davina, guided us through the forest with an entire entourage in tow. King Osirus stood in front while Melina gripped my hand tightly. I couldn’t believe that I had black magic in me, but then again, this was Adam. He had lied to me for so many years. What was the black magic doing to me?

My feet stumbled. Nicholas, not far behind, grabbed me by the shoulders, only nodding, keeping me steady. He had been quiet the entire afternoon and the walk leading up to the magic being cast out.

“Just a little further.” The Fae guard wore their silver armor. The clanking of the metal sent shivers down to my bones as the night continued to grow darker and the trees overhead blocked the stars.

“It’s going to be all right,” Melina cooed at me. “Then we can find out why he was using it.” There was a smirk in her voice. I could not see to be sure because the shadows across her face hid her intentions. I continued to shiver, not from the cold but from the darkness and loneliness I felt.

The bond pulled me to him, my supposed mate that mentally tortured me all those years. My anger grew for Adam with each passing moment, thinking of all the intimate times we spent together out of his selfishness. Dirty, I felt so dirty. I did things I wanted to do with my true mate, and Adam took it all. I sniffed, pulling at the cloak that Nicholas had given me.

His smell reminded me of summer and the heated pools in the northern mountains. The water there flowed peacefully and the fish that survived the harsh outside temperatures swam like the tropical fish that lived near Atlantis.

“We’re here,” Osirus spoke, his back rigid as he looked at the platform. Three Witches, dressed in a ceremonial garb of black and golden swirls, placed various powders on the planks of wood.

“Who is first?” Davina stepped above the platform, her candle lighting up the swirling pattern, making sure it looked correct.

“I am.” Nicholas stepped up, his torso still bare and his black hair hung loosely around his back.

“Lay here,” a sweet voice motioned to lay his head and feet. “I’m Gloria,” she whispered. “These are my sisters. We helped the Black Dragon with his magical barrier. Since we know what we are dealing with, it will be less painful to remove the black magic.” Her sisters all nodded, holding their candles.

“Everyone, please step back.” Davina waved her hand, making us step several feet away from the platform. Chants of Latin and Greek filled the air, the still trees now moaning and swaying with their chants. Dead leaves circled the platform, causing a minor storm to rise above Nicholas’ chest. Lightning struck his heart. His wail of pain had my Dragon roaring inside me. Trying to step closer, Melina and Osirus pulled me back.

“They’ll kill him!” I screamed. “Let him go!” My face let the unshed tears of the day flow, my hand still reaching for the friend that had comforted me most of my time with Adam. The roars of his Dragon ceased. He laid still on the platform with his head lulled to the side.

“Wow, that was difficult,” Gemma, one witch that had introduced herself to Nicholas, spoke. A small orb dropped from Nicholas’ chest, and they snapped it up, putting it into a black bag.

“It’s the same as the other,” Gloria whispered.

“What is?” Davina came to the three sisters. “Dragon blood, it has been used to enhance the black magic. That is why it is so strong. All four of us won’t have enough power to pull it from her.” They pointed to me. I pulled at my dress where my heart lay.

“It’s still going to be inside me, then? For how long? I don’t want to be attached to that monster anymore!” Melina hushed me. I buried my head in her neck. The cloak surrounding me was tightened, King Osirus holding me from behind.

“The bond is keeping you to him. The black magic is tainting you somewhere else,” One Witch replied.

“Then get the bond off me!” I hissed. “Get it off. My body wants to run back to him. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it!” The Witches looked at each other, all with solemn eyes.

“We do not practice soul magic. It is a forbidden art. We could travel to the south, and see if we could find a willing Witch, but it is dangerous right now. An uprising is coming,” Gemma whispered to another. The other sisters shook their heads.

“No, if we are caught down there, anyone would suspect us as evil.” Gracie grabbed her sister's hand. “We can return in a few days’ time to remove your black magic. The chosen bond you have, there are ways to break it without magic.”

“How?” I ran up to the platform, sitting on my knees. “What do I have to do? I’ll do anything.”

“You kill Adam,” the witch spoke harshly. “Or your true mate marks you.” My head leaned on the platform, banging my fist against it. It would be next to impossible to do any of those things.

Nicholas groaned, his head shaking from side to side. “It is best we get him back,” Osirus spoke. “Once he wakes, we can figure out what spell was cast on him.” Several soldiers climbed onto the platform, pulling Nicholas’ arms around their shoulders. He groaned, his head finally lifting.

“Are you all right, Nicholas?” My hand went to touch his face, only to feel small tingles on his cheek. Pulling away, Nicholas’ swift hand let go of the soldier and grabbed mine. His eyes still not open, he lifted his head, taking a large breath through his nostrils. Letting out a long heavy breath, his eyes went black. Not the beautiful green he usually showed.

“Mate,” he growled.

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