She stood on the old wooden platform with tears in her eyes
So many virgins had been taken from here
For centuries The Dragon has come
Father said, It is to protect the village
To her it was a death sentence
In truth, it was
With her white dress fluttering in the harsh wind
A black spot became visible on the horizon
He was here
To scoop her up and take her to his cave
Never to be seen again
Her vision blurred into black nothingness
As his claws closed around her midsection

The Dragon dropped his prize on the array of pillows he kept for them
He knew what she was thinking
The Dragon always felt so guilty for the women he took
Yet he couldn’t help it, he thought as his claws touched down on the caves cold floor
With a cry of pain his long demonic dragon body receded





Until only the form of a naked man remained
Baring only long raven black hair and two vertical scars on his back
And a braided thong around his neck holding his pendant of Light
Striking gold eyes shown in the darkness of the night
She would be his
Willingly this time
He was tired of the life he had lead
A sigh of arousal brought him back to the here and now
The Dragon turned to face his new bride with black wings unfurled
“Hello Andrea,” he smiled feeling his hunger rise to his throat
She looked at him astonished
“Christopher?”