A Dragons Scales

Kyran paused at the bedroom door spoke out. His lips pursed as he considered answering her. He let out a small huff before simply leaving the room where he paused outside of the door. Kyran smirked to himself as he pressed the lock that secured the door in place from the outside. It wasn't often that he had someone locked inside of his bedroom but the lock was there as a precaution in case he ever did need to use it.

Walking through the small camp with a smirk on his face, Kyran's chin raised slightly as he approached the campfire where their food was cooked. He cleared his throat, nodding toward the food that was set out. Most of it was bland compared to what was out there now but they hadn't had access to anything until just a few days ago.

Kyran didn't even have to say anything, a plate of food was handed to him in just a few moments. There was a steaming bowl of stew and a piece of bread. It was difficult to make bread on an open fire but they'd adapted and had even structured a sort of brick oven by the fire.

Returning to his cabin, Kyran smirked to himself as he stepped into the bedroom. "Ms. Hamilton," Kyran called, sneering slightly when he noticed that she had managed to fall asleep. "Wake up!" He demanded, nudging the bed with his leg. "I have food for you. You need to eat."

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With a jolt, Lark woke up in a flash. She even managed to breathe in to quickly and ended up breathing saliva which caused her to start coughing a bit. Raising her hand, she covered her mouth out of an unknown habit and apologized once she was down doing so.

Slowly, Lark started to sit up in the bed. Bringing the blanket up to her chest so that she could try and keep warm. "Thank you, sir." She said quietly as she looked at the food that he had brought her and held her hands out to accept the food from him. It smelled good to her, and as a sign that she was eager to eat anything, her stomach even made a small grumbling sort of noise.

Then, as she was bringing the bowl onto her lap, she let out a small hissing sound as the bowl burned her hand a little bit. "Owie." She mumbled quietly as her throat was still a little raw from not drinking anything in two days. Lark brought her hand up and started to slowly blow on it to cool it off. Then, once she was sure that it wasn't hurting as much anymore, she tore off a piece of bread and used it to scoop her stew. Smiling as she ate it because too her, it tasted like the best thing she's ever had.

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{all good, mine was kinda short. i'll try to make this one better }

Kyran was careful to pull a pillow onto Lark's lap before he set the bowl down on top of it so that the bowl wouldn't burn her lap. It was a touch warm even to him so he was sure that it would be nearly too hot for her. He nearly rolled his eyes when she hissed, his face scrunching slightly before the look was wiped off of his face just as quickly as it had appeared. Kyran was trying to remind himself that Lark was a blank canvas at the moment. He could mold her into anything he wanted, even despite her last name.

He sat beside her, careful not to be too quick and end up spilling the stew in her lap. "Once you've finished eating, you can rest some more. In the morning, I'm going to start showing you what I want from you. Okay?" Kyran was quiet as he reached out, brushing his fingers through her hair. He smiled as she looked up to him, feeling rather content despite the situation. Kyran wanted to jump right into things but it was clear as day that she wasn't feeling up to doing anything at all.

Tomorrow, Kyran would start training her. He was going to get her in a routine of being fed from; so that her body grew used to living off of a smaller blood supply. He would only feed from her every few days unless there was an extenuating circumstance. She would care for his clothes and his home, she would be a body for Kyran to release himself on.

"I expect you to listen when we begin tomorrow. Am I clear?" Kyran spoke, his voice a bit gruff as he leaned toward her. When she didn't answer right away, he snarled slightly. "Am I?"

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As Lark ate the food she was offered, she started to feel a lot better. Her energy was starting to come back and her color was starting to as well. The food was really doing the trick and she was really thankful for it because, without it, she was sure she'd be passed out within a few seconds because it took a lot out of her to just sit up and look at the stranger.

When the man started to speak, she raised her head and looked at him. He seemed so happy that she was eating. So, she offered him a small small smile. Her cheeks turning a light pink as she felt his fingers running through her hair. "Yes sir, thank you." Lark said quietly, her voice not sounding as crackly as the stew was bringing back moisture for her throat.

Then, as the tone of his voice changed a small chill started to run down her body. She wanted to answer him right away, but, she had a feeling that something bad might happed. An when that growl escaped form him, she couldn't help but to jump slightly. Her eyes widening as she nodded her head rapidly. "Y-yes sir. I understand." She rushed out as she stopped nodding her head, it was starting to make her feel dizzy.

Looking back down at the food, Lark finished it in a few seconds. Her body felt so much lighter, not weighed down with exhaustion and hunger. "Thank you, mister. That was good." She said quietly as she looked up at the stranger who was sitting on the bed with her.

"U-Um, is there a possibility I can have something to wear? I-I'm a little cold." She said quietly, her cheeks a little pink as she held the blanket a little closer to her chest. "Please?" Lark glanced at the man shyly through her lashes, a little to scared to look him head on now that she was thinking a bit clearer.

Kyran was pleased that Lark simply kept calling him 'sir' and thanking him. He wondered what her ancestors would say if they could see her now. She's all but eating out of his hand, thanking him for the simple luxury of food. Right after he'd fed from her just the day before. Kyran remembered her great, great, great grandmother. The woman, Miriam, had been the one that had trapped Kyran on the island nearly two hundred years ago. It had been a long, drawn out war between dragons and witches. He was almost positive that the witch would roll over in her grave if she knew what Lark was doing under Kyran's watchful gaze.

He reached out and took the bowl and small plate from Lark, settling it on the little table by the bed. Kyran looked up when Lark asked for clothes, shaking his head almost immediately. He would not give her that sort of comfort because he wanted her to become used to being naked, to being available for Kyran's use whenever he wanted to take her.

"No. I do not have clothes here that you can wear. Once I know you can behave, you'll start earning rewards. Until then..." Kyran shrugged. He moved the pillow off of Lark's lap and set it back in its proper spot before he laid back on the bed. Kyran pulled Lark into his chest, heating his hands just enough that it would help to warm Lark even more. He ran his hand up and down her side, enjoying the feel of her delicate skin under his touch.

"I can warm you," Kyran said simply, humming as he fell quiet. He looked down to her, twisting a few strands of hair around his fingers. "So long as you're a good girl. Yes?"

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As the stranger spoke, a small frown slowly made its way onto Lark's lips. She wasn't really sure how to react to being denied clothing. Should she be upset? Or, was it normal for girls to not wear clothing here? Then again, she didn't even know where here was. Or what her name was. It was all just a strange swirl of events for the young girl really.

"Ah, of," Lark mumbled at the sudden motion of being brought into the man's chest. Her arms crossing slightly so that she could at least use her hands to cover her breasts as she leaned against the man. Her legs pressed together as she laid against the man. Then, her breath hitched in her throat ever so slightly at the sudden feel of his hand on her side. The feeling at first sending every hair on her body to raise before slowly relaxing as the heat worked its way into her body.

Then, she slowly relaxed against the man, still trying to keep her private area's covered though as she snuggled against him. The side of her face being buried against his side as she tried to absorb as much of his warmth as she possibly could.

"What do I have to do, to be a good girl?" Lark asked quietly as she slowly shifted her head so that she could rest her head against his chest. Her bright green eyes focused on the man as she felt his hand in her hair. The movement causing her to feel more relaxed against the stranger and it took everything in her to not fall asleep, wanting to ask him as many questions as she could.

Kyran was sure that Lark was confused about everything going on around her. She seemed to not remember anything at all which certainly worked in his favor. He smirked at the thought, laying there in silence as he continued to play with her hair. He was hardly paying her any attention, looking down at Lark when she asked what she needed to do to be a good girl. Kyran couldn't help but let out a small laugh, feeling totally victorious at the moment.

"You just have to listen to what you're told. If I ask you to do something, do it. Don't question it because why I ask you to do something doesn't matter at all. The only thing that matters is that you behave, that you make me happy," Kyran explained quietly. He didn't really care what she thought of his explanation because she would have no choice but to listen to what he told her.

There was no one here that was going to help her. No one would try to stop Kyran from anything he decided to do to Lark. Many of them would love to get their hands on Lark; to punish her for what they had to suffer through. Filing that thought away, Kyran knew that he could use that as a punishment. Whether she had her memories back or not, Kyran was sure the threat of being used by multiple men at once would scare her back into submission. If the threat wasn't enough, Kyran was positive that the follow through would be.

"Do you think you can do that, darlin'?" Kyran asked, brushing Lark's hair out of her face. "I don't want to have to hurt you."

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A small frown made it's way onto Lark's lips as she listened to the man laugh. She didn't know what was so funny, she was serious in her question. She wanted to know what she would have to do to be able to keep this warmth. She didn't want to go to bed tomorrow and freeze herself, especially since she didn't have anything to cover her body with.

Slowly, her frown turned into pursed lips. Not sure that what he was telling her made her feel any better about anything. "I think so." She mumbled quietly, her voice quiet as she looked away from his face. She felt a wave of unease washing over her as she tried to figure out why she was so uneasy around him now. He was nothing but nice to her, surely, he wasn't a bad guy who would be lying to her right now, right?

A small yawn escaped from Lark as she felt sleep starting to pull her under again, but she did her best to fight it. Her arms were going a little numb because of the odd position she was in. She still used her hands to cover her breasts, wanting to keep her nipples from touching his warm skin. The only thing that wasn't bothering her at the moment was her legs that were pressed together and where her head was resting.

Slowly, Lark's blinks started to slow. Sleep was slowly winning her over. Even though she was fighting it, and wanted to stay up and talk tot he man, she wasn't sure she could win this battle.

Kyran was quiet, keeping Lark's body pressed into his side despite her trying to hide herself. He was sure that she wasn't comfortable but the heat rolling off of him would lull her to sleep soon enough. Humans were like that - soon as they got warm, they grew tired and it wouldn't be long before they fell asleep. Kyran found it rather curious but witches had always been something that he enjoyed getting to know more about.

Not because he cared about who they were as individuals but because he liked to know how he could manipulate them. It terrified humans if he showed them his true form or any of his abilities which was always a thrill but it was boring after awhile. He'd tortured Hamiltons before but to be able to mold Lark into the perfect little slave before she gained her memories back was too much to give up.

Once Lark had fallen asleep, Kyran was careful as he pushed her back on the bed. Her arm slid down a bit, revealing her breasts. Kyran let out a soft moan, reaching out to tease his fingertips over her nipple. His other hand slipped into his pants, his fingers wrapping around his cock. Clamping his lips shut, Kyran's other hand moved down Lark's body slowly. He didn't want to wake her, simply wanting to explore her body a bit as he touched himself.

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The next morning, as the sun started to slowly creep into the dragon's cabin, Lark started to stir. At first, it was just deep breath in through her nose, before it exhaled through her mouth as she yawned. Then, her legs stretched out and brushed against the cool feeling of the bedsheets. Her arms were tucked under the pillow she was laying on as she laid on her belly.

Then, finally, her eyes slowly flickered open and she couldn't help but to stare tiredly at the wall for a few moments. She felt great this morning, she still didn't know who she was or where, but she wasn't feeling sick and her head wasn't hurting. She just felt, good.

A small groan escaped from Lark as she stretched her legs out once more and turned her head to the other direction, curious to know if the man from last night was still there. An to her surprise, he was and she was still laying close to him. Although she wasn't straight on top of him like she was when she fell asleep.

"Hi." Lark mumbled quietly as she moved to lay on her side. She pulled the blanket up to her chin as she tolled over and pressed her head against his side as she closed her eyes again. Wanting to go back to sleep. She felt so relaxed at the moment, and didn't want to waste it by getting the day started.

Kyran had rested for a few hours with Lark after he'd finished, an arm wrapped loosely around her body before he shifted and moved away from her so that he had a bit more space to spread out. Sleeping for a few more hours past that, Kyran awoke long before Lark did. He was quiet as he rested beside her, waiting for her to eventually wake up. He didn't care how long it would take for her to wake because once she did, their day would begin. Whether Lark wanted it to or not.

Humming when he noticed Lark had woken and she mumbled to him, Kyran couldn't help but smirk. "Morning," he greeted her in a lot voice. When she rolled over and closed her eyes, Kyran rolled his eyes. If she thought he was simply going to let her go back to sleep now, she was rather foolish. But then again, Hamiltons had never been as smart as a dragon would be.

"Oh no. C'mon. You're awake now," Kyran purred as he turned onto his side, his arm snaking around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, rolling his hips against her. "You want to be a good girl, don't you?" He murmured into her ear, nipping at her ear as he let out a breathy moan.

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A small giggle escaped from Lark at the man's words. She couldn't help it. Just like she couldn't help it as she giggled again as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her cheeks flushing as she felt her bare body pressing against his rather toned body.

Then, a small gasp escaped from her as his hips moved against hers. "Oh.." She breathed out as she felt him nibbling on her ear. "That tickles." She murmured as she pulled away from his mouth slightly and nuzzled against his chest. She didn't know why, but, she was feeling comfortable with this man. She didn't know who he was, but, she felt like he'd keep her safe. He seemed to know what was going on as well, so, surely he knew who she was and their relationship. Right?

"Are we really not able to sleep for a few more moments?" She mumbled quietly as she moved so that her chin rested against his chest as she looked up at him. Her nose wrinkling ever so slightly as looked at the dragon. "I'll be good." She added on, not wanting him to be mad at her so early in the morning.

"Oh, darlin'. I'm going to be ticklin' a lot of parts of you that you probably don't even realize they exist," Kyran teased, nipping his teeth along her shoulder blade. He was a dragon, he didn't need the sort of rest that a typical human or witch needed. He had needs that needed to be tended to and he was simply choosing Lark as the body he wanted to use to please himself.

"Mmm. Good girls would do as they told without asking for something else, al because they're tired," Kyran uttered, a bit of annoyance leaking into his voice despite the fact that he had tried to control it. He sighed as he shook his head, his fingers digging a bit more harshly into her skin. "You can sleep when I'm finished with you. Until then..." he trailed off, moving back enough so that he could force Lark onto her back. He moved so that he was hovering above her, tilting his head to the side as he eyed her tired features.

"Let's see how much you want to be a good girl. Hm?" He prompted, inching back just enough to allow her space to obey his request. "Why don't you take that shirt off?" He said, nodding toward the thin material covering her upper body.