Chapter 1 - Humans are odd


Scarlett closed the door to her new prison, she made her way to her simple white bed. She laid down on it, ripping off her already destroyed pants. Trying her best not to touch her reddened ass or still aching wet pussy. She didn’t know why his sudden slapping had turned into such pleasure. She tried to think of other things. 

‘Please, something other than Maximillian Daceus.’ She thought to herself.

It was no use. He was all that was on her mind.

‘Alright, then let’s think of his powers. He said something like psychokinesis, right? So, mental powers with his brain or something. Does that let him teleport people and himself? That explains what happened just then.'


Her mind flashed back, the blinding pleasure- pain that he inflicted upon her returned fresh in her mind. How each slap made her more increasingly we – angry at him. 'But he can also move objects. I thought that was telekinesis?’

She shook her head wildly. Tossing to the other side of the bed. Someone would come for her. Jester would come and save her, he’d kill this bastard and they’d both run off and…

‘Why do I feel sad?’

The thought of running away and being told what to do and who to kill. It was just another prison, albeit a sort of gilded cage. She was rewarded whenever she succeeded, but if she didn’t.

Her hand tentatively moved to her chest, under her shirt to feel along the horrid scar on her body. The feeling made her want to cry. With the assassins, nobody cared about her or what she did. Only when she failed did they care. The pain she could deal with, the blade was the least of her concerns. But the public humiliation amongst her peers, how they cheered on as the blade slowly danced across her skin. 

Max appeared in her mind again. That annoying smile, how he gave her coffee, a room, a place to stay, saved from execution or worse a public beating and stoning.

He did care about her, didn’t he?

‘You’re alive because of me. If they were left to do what they originally wanted, then you’d be dead.’

Dead from who, the Council? That wouldn’t make much sense, not unless they knew she was coming. Jester made was sure that only herself, and obviously Jester, knew what was going happen. 
Who did Max save her from, and why did he react so strongly?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the memory of his… dominance.

A finger pressed into her aching sex. She gasped at the sensation, thinking that Max had come in to defile her more. But much to her chagrin, it was her finger. It rubbed slowly, a small trail of her wetness following with each slow rub. But it didn’t feel like enough. She rolled over on her side, her other hand trailing her voluptuous ass and squeezed. The pain stung in a dull throb, the memory of his abuse rung through her head.

Her finger entered slowly. Her red hair cascaded over her soft face, she bit her bottom lip in response to the pain. It was pain. Nothing like this should feel good.

She made a deep groan in pleasure as she released her ass and squeezed harder. Her finger moving slowly like a piston. Each slap made their mark, and while they were only few, she felt as though there were many more. But that didn’t matter. Each squeeze sent out electricity through her body, as if each slaps impact remained, and each squeeze reminded her of that pain. How her pussy seemed to convulse at the feeling. Her lip was bitten harder at the memory of his forcefulness. 
She remembered the hardness to his face. His resolute force behind each strike to her behind.  She squeezed the other cheek harder. Her finger moved faster, from the tip of her finger to the last knuckle.

This was wrong. This was wrong because he’d done this to her. He said he owned her. Like property.
‘But I’ve been property my whole life, so why not surrender to him? I haven’t seen anyone else in this place. He made no mention of anyone. He saved me because he must want me. That’s it! He wants me.’

She grunted with every squeeze on her ass, held back a moan each time her finger went in deep. Sex wasn’t anything new to her, she had used it to get close to her victims to kill. So why did this make her feel so different?
Her mind cast back to his last words, telling her to go to her room. Yet he looked so, reluctant. So…

Guilty.

"Does he… care about me?" She stopped her ministrations. 
‘I saved your life!’


Only to continue. That feeling of warmth in her chest made her want to continue. It was a good feeling. To be cared for by someone other than Jester. He was more of a father to her than anyone. She had never known her parents, simply born into the Assassins. But this feeling…

Was it loving or lusting for him that she felt?

She gripped even harder on her ass, her finger accompanied by another, moving faster and faster. Scarlett’s red lips were soon bleeding, in all her attempts to stop her from moaning louder. That damn annoying smile, that damned Maximillian.

“Humph, no way. I just met him. I hate him. He must’ve done something with that kinesis power or something. The next time he tries it I’ll kill him. I swear. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I… hmmph! hoooaaaaaaa-” She moaned loudly. Her body betraying her thoughts and words. She stopped her fingering and took off her shirt and the bandaging around her ‘A’ cup breasts. She hated the damn things sometimes, they were small and she knew it. But her nipples were long. Reaching about five centimetres when fully erect. She ground them into the bed, pushing her face into the pillow to lessen the sound of her groaning and she gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed them as tightly as possible. She was twenty-five, and was very familiar with sick minded men and their wanting to use the backdoor. She would let them use it though, if only to murder them just before they finished inside of her dirty place. 

At first, she despised it. It hurt and it was uncomfortable. Unfortunately, after eight years of repetitive use, she grew to like it. A little too much. She was still disgusted by the act, but couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought her now. When her finger slowly prodded her other hole, she wasn’t surprised to find it sliding in with relative ease. Then another, and another. Three fingers started to move rhythmically in and out of her ass, as her other hand moved to rub her pussy lips. She ground her upper half into the bed, oversized nipples brushing over the soft silk cover sent electric shocks through her body. 

‘I know this is wrong. I need to be saved from whatever this guy is doing to me. I don’t want to be like this all the time. My place is with the knife, with the other assassins. Where I can live dangerously and no one can control… me.’
“Oh.” Her eyes widened in realization. She liked it when she was put in her place. Put in control. All those other times, she chose what she was going to do. She allowed her victims to have sex purely for the sex. But his show of dominance, that pain he gave to her. 

Her eyes rolled up as she came, and with no time to quieten herself, she hollered through it.

Her fingers exited her hole with a small pop and laid there naked. Her ass remained raised high, she couldn’t be bothered to move, not when she was still feeling good. The taste of copper remained on her mouth, when she moved slightly she realized that some blood had stained the pillow. That was fine, living her life out as she did blood wasn’t anything new to her, let alone her own.
After some time, she noticed a small pool of her own ejaculate on the bed. Slightly annoyed by the cold of it, she placed a blanket on top and laid on it instead. Growing more comfortable, she rolled the blanket over the top of her while keeping the small pool covered.

She felt much better, and soon sleep took a hold over her. With one thought prevailing.

‘I’ll kill him if he comes in here while I’m asleep.’



Max read over the letter one last time, grunted, nodded his head and closed the letter once more. He just couldn’t wrap his head around what that woman had been through. He thought she’d look a little older, but women don’t really look older until a later age. Besides twenty-five Thanagorian years of life wasn’t that old. But him being sixteen in Thanagorian didn’t help matters much. Giving that woman a life to spend with him would be hard. He doubted that she’d even like him after how he… he…

He didn’t dare think back on it. His anger overtook him.

How could she not understand? He simply wanted to help her. A bird in a gilded cage is no bird at all. His Scarlett… His scarlet sunbird would be free to live her own life. He didn’t want control over her.

But he wasn’t allowed to free her. Besides the Council’s orders, Jester would probably kill him for losing his ‘Little red riding hood’ as he made mention in his letters.

“Ugghh…”, He drawled, “Why does this have to be so difficult on me? And damn it why is that still like this?” He looked down at the rather large bulge of his pants. He sighed as he released it from its confines. He knew why it had started to harden, but why it remained so was beyond him. His dick sprung out, rock hard from the rather vivid memory of her face as he slapped and tormented her body. One of the best images out of the lot was one very hard slap that left her ass concaved slightly due to the force. When that time resumed he could see it violently jiggle. 

This only made him harder. 

He tried to ignore this and moved back to his room. He wasn’t at all concerned about her coming out of her room, lest she really wanted to test his patience. He sauntered off to his bedroom in the attempt to sleep off his arousal.
He made a few steps past her room.

“Hoooaaaaaaa-”

He stopped in his tracks. ‘Is she really...?’

His dick hardened even more to its full length. A full nine inches, but its girth was much more impressive, that being the size of his wrist. While he knew some men would kill for this size, he knew that most women would be scared to hell and back from it. Which was his main reasoning for not having sex. 

“Humph!”

Another cute moan came from Scarlett’s room once more. He couldn’t help it when he placed one ear against the door and slowly began to masturbate. He couldn’t believe himself. He’d already molested her, now he was masturbating to her moans?! He should be ashamed. He should stop. He should…

Go in there and show her the meaning of dominance-

‘No! Stop that!’

He continued, settling for simply jerking himself off at the sounds of her voice. Then a small thought came to him. ‘Freeze time and peek’

It’s not as though she would know, and there isn’t enough time for him to just do as he wanted. The action was innocent enough compared to what he did earlier. 

The world greyed around him.

The door opened slightly just to allow him enough to see. What he saw almost had him convinced to rush in there and have his way.
She was in a bottom up and top down position. Her toes dug into the sheet below her and her head was on the side with her face facing towards the doorway. There was no realization in her eyes so it appears this was the position he caught her in. He was surprised to find three fingers were jammed in her ass, judging from the way her ass had a frozen ripple she was going at it rather hard. Her pussy had juice spraying out from it. Her tongue lolled out with her eyes rolling up. It appeared that she was climaxing. What surprised him the most were the size of her nipples. They were long and poking outwards. They too were red in colour. But his time was running out. With two seconds to spare he shut the door and time resumed once more.

“Hoooaaaaaaaah!!!”  He heard her holler through the door.

He refrained from touching himself with such a vivid image in his mind and nowhere to safely leave the very messy result of such actions. He’d let out such desires before on an experienced Courtesan before and her fellow Courtesans had wondered what happened to their unconscious friend covered head to toe in spunk. He was satisfied for the weeks to come. But that was a few months back. His libido was not something to trifle with. Now he was more frustrated than he’d ever been before, but his better half knew not to do anything about it. Especially when the person he was tasked to care for wasn’t very clear on her desire or intentions. Though, he supposed even she wasn’t very certain on her desires or intentions in the first place. He knew that simple slapping was supposed to show her that he was in control, but he was out of control when he realized that she got excited by it.
He walked down further into his own room. Closing the door quietly as to not alert his new friend that he was just near recently. He threw on a pair of comfortable pants before heading sitting on his bed. He psychokinetically had one of the books off his bookshelf come down into his hands.

‘How to Court a Thanagorian: An in-depth Guide to understanding between races’

He sighed softly. The Thanagorians, or ‘human’ as they like to be called weren’t an easy race to understand. There were so many, and just one of them was hard enough. Maximillian raised his hand again, and under the door flew the letter sent by Jester. He grabbed it expertly from the air, placing next to his bedside table. He didn’t need Scarlett reading that again so soon. He opened his how to guide and picked up where he last left off.

‘Chapter 12: The Heating period of a Female Thanagorian’

He skimmed through quietly, humming as he went through the chapter thoughtfully. It seemed a human could be sexually active whenever they truly desire intercourse. Which explained how the Courtesans were a constant profession. However, a human also has a period of time where they are most likely to sire a child. This time usually lasts one week every month when they are most fertile and ready to have intercourse.

He read on a bit further until he heard a few bells chime.

‘Ah, is it that time already?’ 

Max looked out his window to find young couples and a few single people of varying ages to enter the courtyard.
He rose from his bed donned his robe. Green in colour and styled with light green patterns, and wrapped his feet in a light green cloth. He walked through the main entrance to the shrine and all the humans that entered turned their attention to him. One after another, they all bowed before him and made small prayers.
After all, these were believers of the Dragons at his shrine. The Emerald Dragon.

The Dragon of peaceful dreams.

The Dragon of hope.

The Dragon of love.

The Dragon of fertility.

Each couple came in the hopes that they would find themselves to be fertile enough to sire children. The elderly came in the hopes to find peaceful dreams in time of unrest, especially the war veterans. The younger ones came in the hopes to find love.
He would try his hardest to help them find these.

He smiled as they all rose, they themselves smiling as I allowed my emerald wings and tail to sprout.
‘After all, as an Emerald Dragon, it’s my responsibility to help them as best as I can.’ 
