Taken By A Monster: Part Three: Kindness
#3 of Taken by a Monster
When I woke next, I opened my eyes to find a very large pair of vivid blue eyes staring into mine. Very...kind...blue eyes. That was my initial impression. That these eyes staring into mine were very large, and very kind. I didn't move though. Just laid there...staring at what was now apparent as a rather large blue dragon. I could smell that he was male, and I could sense that most of my wounds were no longer bleeding, but beyond that, I knew little.
I waited, patient, cringing a little inside, hoping that he would speak, and that this was not merely a dream, or a cruelty wrapped in kindness. Had this dragon killed the large one merely so that he might own me himself? Was he going to heal me only to rape me? Or...could there be a faint glimmer of hope...that this was a saviour, that I would live and there would no longer be such pain and agony to that life. I had been beaten, broken, my body so ravaged I barely felt alive and yet...here...in front of my eyes...was the dragon who had destroyed the creator of my pain.
Silent tears started falling down my face as I thought of that. Then...the dragon spoke.
His voice was soft, pitched in a calm, soothing way, like one would calm a frightened injured animal.
"Have no fear, milady...I will not harm you, and the foul beast who did th is is now dead. I wish only to heal your hurts, then you can be on your way. I am old, and even though you are a comely lass, I will not harm you nor take advantage of your fragile state. Rest, and know that I am here, and I will protect you, as any valiant dragon should."
I sighed softly, still not ready to try to speak, and turned my head away from his eyes, closing mine and laying there silent, taking inventory. I no longer felt half-dead. I could still feel that a great many wounds remained, but I knew they were knitting, that they were stitched and bound and bandaged. I knew I'd have horrible scars...but I would live. Even crippled...I'd still live.
I was not looking forward to being a cripple. I knew...my days as a lovely young dragoness were over. I'd never be truly myself again. I'd always jump at every noise, I'd live in constant fear. Even now...I still feared that this dragon was lying just to gain my trust. Even as I heard him slowly stand and stalk close to me, his face inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath from his nostrils blowing over my face, as he sniffed me and gently groomed my scales.
Every dragon calms down when groomed. It's like a return to the hatching, when the mother dragon grooms her young. It's calming. Trusting. Gentle. It's the perfect thing to make a dragon calm down completely. And that's just the effect this had on me. I didn't feel like moving or trying to fight him off. I didn't growl or raise my hackles as he lifted bandages and replaced them, even though it hurt a great deal as he worked on me.
His hands were gentle. Far more gentle than ever I had felt. Massaging my sore body, salving the hurts. I could even feel that he had a touch of healing magick, and he was using it on me. Like being bathed in sunlight. I even started to purr softly as he worked, because it felt good. It felt nice, his hands helping, healing, his tongue grooming my unwounded places. He purred softly at me as well, a low rumble against me that made me feel content.
I couldn't move of course, since I was quite wounded. I could move my head and neck a little, but the rest of me didn't want to move. Which was fine with me. I was realizing that this dragon was not going to hurt me. At least, not until I was healed. And with how gentle he was being, I knew...I wouldn't be unwilling if he chose to ask to mate with me as payment. Even if he said he was an honorable dragon, I knew...he still had to have needs. And...I knew he wouldn't hurt me bad. Granted, it would be painful, given how much larger he was than me...but it would be worth it. I'd offer myself to him, if he didn't make the motions himself. Once I was healed and could stand again.
As he groomed and cleaned me, he spoke softly again, his breath hot on my flank,
"Milady...I need to cleanse the wounds your sex have taken...you've been sorely hurt, and I want to try and restore the delicate flesh...but I need to touch you more intimately than you would wish. I will not harm you, this I do pledge, but it will hurt if I am to knit these painful wounds. Your flesh is sorely torn, and while my magick is scant...I can at least stop the seeping blood. Will you allow me to do this?"
I took several long minutes to think. Did I even wish to be healed? Wouldn't it be better if...I wasn't healed there? If I let the damage heal itself...perhaps I would lose the draconic lust and the female desire to mate. Perhaps...perhaps infection might set in, and I'd never have to worry about going into heat or the desire to bear young. At that moment...I wondered if I desired to be female at all. Perhaps it would be better to simply be...spayed. To let those parts seal closed and never again would I have to mate.
The dragon could see that I was struggling with my decision. Eventually though...I knew that he would have to try to heal me. Dragons are not so numerous that I could afford to become...spayed. So eventually, I sighed, and I nodded my head, whispering a soft "do what you have to..." to the dragon
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I did not know the full extent of the injuries to my sexual organs at that time. Afterall, I could not move, so I could not see what had been done to me. All I knew was that when he set his hands on the flesh under my tail, it made me scream, and it made me black out completely with the sudden rush of horrible agonizing pain.
When I came to, he was still working on repairing the flesh. It didn't hurt so bad, but each touch of his fingers was sending throbs of pain and pleasure through my body. I felt great shame that I was feeling some pleasure from his touch. The warming light of his healing magick felt good inside of me, in that part of my body. I could feel the flesh knitting together, could feel the tissues smooth, the swelling and inflammation healing. I could even feel the great tears being pulled back together, and him putting stitches in me.
When he removed his hands, I could feel the pain return, the throbbing ache of abused flesh. But I felt...I felt almost well. I didn't feel so battered and bruised. I knew, even if he said it was small healing, he was far more adept than I would ever be. His magicks had brought back a vitality to my veins that I didn't know still existed. I no longer felt exhausted to the point of death.
I no longer...desired...to die.
What I felt was hunger. I felt my spirit rekindling. I would live. THat's what I would do. Live, live to fight another day, live to grow up and grow old. I'd live to reward this dragon's kindness.