Dragons Blood, part 8 - Do not tease a dragon

After a while I give you another piece of my shiny fiery mosaic. Enjoy, my dear dracophiles!

Arlene opened her eyes wide. She pondered briefly and then she stormed out. Her servants tried to stop her; yet, the dragon lady was much stronger, especially when she was furious. She bade them to stay and pierced them with a stern look. They didn't dare to move.

Arlene was seeing red. Someone dared to enter her garden and threaten her servant. When she stepped outside the castle, she conjured the darkness around her and froze at the sight of a naked man. Indeed he had a spear. Thrust in his flank.

"Ildar? My goodness, what happened?” she shuddered.

"The... The Inquisition. They discovered who I am, burned down my castle and tried to kill me. I need a few hours to recover and then I will deal with them,” he gasped and grinned.

"You have a spear in your hip,” she noted and touched his flank gently.

"You don't say, my lady,” he muttered and ripped the weapon out. Blood spurted from his flesh but stopped pouring after few moments. He healed quickly his wound and kissed her. He touched her shiny hair with his blood-covered hand leaving a ruby trace.

"We need to get in. I will open the balcony door for you,” Arlene whispered.

She came back covering her bloody lock of hair with a hood of her night robe. Her terrified servants were waiting for her. She smiled easily.

"There's nobody in the garden. Although I saw someone running away.”

The door of her bedroom closed behind her. She went out to the balcony and let Ildar in. The dragon looked awful but obviously he had enough energy to deal with his injuries. Arlene stroked his black hair and looked deeply in his eyes. Ildar embraced her and sniffed her hair.

"We need to burn something down. I'm afraid they won't stop looking for me. But firstly, we need to take this robe of yours off,” he whispered and kissed her ear. She ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his hot back.

They lay on the bed; Arlene curled up in his arms. As they were breathing little scales were appearing on their chests.

"Which one do we burn?” Arlene asked with the sweetest smile Ildar ever saw. He looked at her with his eyes full of love.

"Not a village. Tonight we burn the High Inquisitor's town. He'll pay.”

"Lasquarion?” she noted.

"Yes. It's not so big. And the whole town is built of wood,” his eyes glittered dangerously and he kissed her again.