ok so it has been a long time since I have uploaded on this story, (mostly because I felt as though I had written my self into a corner with that last section)

Here we are with chapter 9

it might be a bit choppy but there was a lot I had to get through to get the story back on track to where I wanted it to be, there will be an authors' note at the end if you are interested

this is basically a combination of a bunch of shorter chapters

Hope you enjoy anyway!

Warning: this story was rated M for a reason, those reasons being sex, gore, and some fancy fantasy profanity

The underground air began to feel heavy around her as Sunal made her way back to her quarters. How long did she have? An hour? Two? There was no way she would be able to know. She had been wound like a ball and string, that only needed a light tap to be quickly unwound. She truly had thought she could hold out longer, she was never one to let her hunger get to her. Yet she was left unsatisfied for so long, if she had left there was a chance of her being spotted or her invitation being firmly rescinded if for some reason they caught her leaving without permission.

She reached her room going straight to the large bed, she reached underneath grabbing her personal gear and a few of the elven made possessions she now boasted as her own. Rifling through drawers clothing blosumbed out in a variety of colors and materials hanging over the sides others strewn across the ground after quick decisions were made about the necessity of elven silk. She would miss the clothes and the beauty of the great halls, but so far it had been a disappointment. What she had read of them in their books, though at times interesting, was simple lore and old stories. Nothing that she could not learn elsewhere if she searched hard enough. There was also so much that would never apply to her here.

The experience had been intriguing though vexing. She had never been so conflicted in leaving a place even before this. She felt as though she had failed. And though she was sure that she could find some new place to go and other adventures to take where she would not feel as limited as she had here. Yet she had hoped to bring more interesting tales back to her father. This tale might give him a light laugh, but there was even a hollowness to the thought.

He had been right she was young and lacking the pride and patience undeserving the title of a true dragon. The damn human parts of her, the desires beyond gold and power were infuriating and always heightened and bright, they were a nuisance that she had hoped would fade or grey with time.

She looked out the window. Should she burn the place down? It was all mangled roots and mud at the end of the day, it would be so easy to set the place ablaze. It would smell wonderful, like a thousand woodland fires inside of a cave. They would never expect it.

The thought played on her mind for a moment as she downed the rest of the drink, before quickly dismissing the thought. No, she shook her head looking at the distressed room she saw a flagon of wine she had gotten a fortnight passed. Walking over she grabbed the flagon and moved towards a chair collapsing into it she took a slug of its contents enjoying the burn down her throat as the drink settled in her stomach. She needed to sit and think for a moment. She had trapped herself in the cave and there was no sky to fly into. She should not act rashly. She took another long drag from the flagon of strong elvish wine focusing on the sweet taste to try and focus her thoughts. She could scare the unknowing elves if she needed to get out fast, but wait and see what happens first. There is no reason to rush into the fire just because you are in the pan.

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He knew not to follow her back into the halls, he knew he shouldn't let himself be alone with her. His shame was too great to admit to what he had been doing to anyone, he could barely look his kin in their eyes. Elves were above this, he was above this. There was nothing in the vast knowledge of his people that ever spoke of anything akin to this or the sensations that he had been going through. He wanted answers. He wanted more, his skin itched for it and his mind couldn't seem to filter her out, and he didn't know why. He shook his head and anger flooded him. What is this, what did she do to him! He made it back to his chambers but once there that was where he stayed.

He could still feel her eyes on him as he lay in his bed. He couldn't sleep not that he ever ran out of reasons not to get it, but this was never one that he had encountered. He could feel where she had touched him. Her face the back of his head his chest and… he could feel his breathing getting tighter and his heart rate get faster. What was this?

Her eyes, how she looked at him what she did to him. This was not normal what she did was not normal, but … it felt… like fire boiling inside of him, he brought his hand to the back of his head where hears had been bringing his hand lower he closed his eyes as he traced where she had brought her hand down his body until he realized that he was grasping his hardening cock slowly moving it as images of her on top of him moving on him filtered through his mind. He had never done this, he had never heard of elves having this kind of carnal desire before, but there was something about her. He groaned as he thought back to what her would mouth felt like, sucking as she moved her head bobbing over and over again, and he moved his hand to the memory; it wasn't enough. He groaned again trying to seek release from whatever she had done to him.

What would she look like without all of those useless clothes on, what else could she have done? What noises would she have made if he had been inside of her more southern hole, would she writhe beneath him, pushing herself against him? He could remember the feel of her breasts under the shirt and bindings she had worn for practice he tried to imagine what they would feel like against his skin, to have all of her body against his. To have every part of him as hot as where she had touched him that night. He could feel himself tightening as he pulled harder and faster his muscles tensing as he jerked his body faster seeking release, images of her eyes looking into him, teasing him, trying to fuck him, he closed his eyes tighter as he imagined her naked and moving with him in that back alley and he could feel his release come in a wave, rushing over him like a chill before a battle. He shuddered into it as he came.

As the tension eased through and as he felt all his muscles relaxing simultaneously a wave of questions and emotions began to numbly take over. What was he doing, guilt, what had he just done? Confusion. What is she doing to me? Curiousness. Why do I want more? Desire. What has just happened? But another weight grew heavy in his chest, Disgust.

Days passed and the once purely confident king had grown unsure of every step he took. Emotions he had not felt since he was young or indeed in his whole life had been opened to him. It sickened and excited him at the same time. He barely spoke in the last few days in fear of anything linking him to his shame passing through his lips as they did so often at night when the heat of the memory and emotions returned to him.

He didn't know why he had not simply banished her, but it had felt as though she would have won something from him, something that he was not willing to relinquish. The few times he left his quarters other than for a few meetings had been to go to the training grounds or the libraries, but the girl had been missing from both. He was sure that she had not left or Fanion would have told him. Complaining that the one interesting thing had grown tired of the old creature that he was. Yet he seemed content to attend their meetings as though nothing was wrong, though there was an ever so slight downturn to his friends usually stoic face today.

He should check in on his friend, simply to see what was troubling him. After the meeting adjourned Thandurill quickly met then matched the pace of his friend before slowing, walking at his slower even pace.

"I have been waiting for you to ask how things have been going in my house, dear friend." Fanion looked slyly over to a frowning Thranduil

"You simply seemed displeased with something Fanion, I wished to see what had been on your mind that is all." Thranduil said his stoic face turning a bit sour at the implication of Fanions words

"I gave you an opening and you attached to the opportunity as always my friend. You never change even after all this time I still must give you an opening so that you can ask what you truly have on your mind, otherwise, you will not mention whatever it is. Suffering in silence as you like to do." Fanion said turning forward again as they began walking to one of the secluded balconies they enjoyed.

"You make me sound as if I am some brooding old man." Thranduil responded only slightly put off.

"We are old and brooding elves, look at the two of us. I buried myself so deep into books and libraries that I lost that special spark that makes life so interesting. It is why the call to the sea grows every day, even with our new friend I have been entertaining here."

Thranduil sighed in frustration before looking up and seeing a familiar face. "Lodrieil, we missed you at the last meeting. Are you feeling ill." He asked for the ellith looked pale and her eyes hazed and unfocused.

"There will be fire on the battlefield, but it will not burn the elves." Lodrieil spoke in a distant voice, unmoving she starred in their direction. Without missing a moment Fanion was by her side.

He held her by the shoulders as her eyes sharpened looking back at him, she continued, "As the sun sets and red dyes the evening skies, a fire will burn the orcs and spare the elves."

There was a pause in the air as Lodrieil composed herself leaning heavily on Fanion, her age and the weight of a vision taking its toll on her body. Fanion turned to Thraduill eyes narrowed as he held his friend up. "We must call a war council. It seems orcs are mobilizing closer than our scouts have seen." Fanion advised

Thranduil nodded and walked closer to Lodrieil offering her his arm she took hold placing her weight onto him to stand upright. "Call the council Fanion. We will meet within the hour, and have more scouts sent our fan our boundaries; have them look for any signs of these foul beasts." Thranduil commanded.

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It had been five days. Sunal had done nothing for three days. She stayed within the confines of Fanion's large home, and dove into studies for what she was assuming her last moments in an elven city of any kind. She did not sleep and she did not eat much, her nerves telling her to stay alert. She could survive a few days without rest but the lack of eating was getting to her. She was technically still growing, though the effects may not be seen on the human form she took. She needed to figure out what was going to happen.

Was Thraduill waiting for her to lower her guard so that he could have her captured, thrown into a cell, or assassinated? Somehow she doubted it. It would have been done by now or she would have suspected something. But there had been nothing. In fact, Fanion had seemed more concerned with her well being more than ever gifting her book after book that she mentioned she liked.

She was going through a large book of histories, it was hard to read in the old elvish, but she could manage. It seemed the tales were from before the Great War with Sauron. There were large battles with orc armies and there were minor generals and battles fought. Elves that took on great acclaim and strength in times of great uncertainty. There were even stories of some great elven women, though most of them ended in tragedy. And then she came across it. It was a short mention within a minor epic, but there it was. The only mention of assault of a sexual nature, she had ever heard of or read in all of the many books she had been plowing over.

It seemed some king had fallen in love with a beautiful elven woman. She did not return his feelings and she refused any and all advances. But this did not stop the king's advances, he eventually kidnapped and defiled her. From what she could understand in old elvish, she took her own life after the traumatic event.

How tragic she thought bitterly to herself. She ran her hand through her hair nervously and poured herself a glass of wine that she had been abstaining from and downed its sweet contents. Closing her eyes she tried to remember what she had done, how far had she gone, how depraved had she been.

Then there was an urgent knock on the door. Sunal cracked her neck and went to grab her bag. Was this it? Had he sent troops to bring her in after whole days of nothing? Sunal opened the door with her other hand resting on her sword by her side prepared to fight only to see Fanion by her door.

His normally calm eyes were now worried and darting. "May I come in. We must speak."

Opening the door further she allowed Fanion in, closing it shortly after. Sunals mind was running through a never-ending cycle of thoughts as he entered, had Thranduil told Fanion what she had done, had he somehow found out on his own, or had the king done something to himself.

Fanion walked over to the balcony and slowly turned towards her. Looking down at her he noticed her bag and tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "So you have heard then."

"Have I heard what." Sunal said slowly

"So then you have not heard." turning back towards the balcony, "I assumed because of your bag that you might have heard the news of the orc army. But there would have been no way for you to hear of such new developments."

"An army? The orcs mobilized? They usually do not travel in large herds outside of Mordor." Sunals mind was having a hard time shifting thought patterns. This had nothing to do with her or her actions instead this was a visit about an orc army?

"It is best not to mention that place in these lands." Fanion said darkly briefly turning towards her before looking back out, "Our scouts have just come back from confirming our suspicions. A small army of them have mobilized under an Orc named is only 300, but the fact that they have come together like this is not a good sign."

"So you have come here because you want me to what? Fight? I am here as a guest. I am no coward, but this is not my fight. The armies here should be plenty to fight off the incursion."

"I am not worried that we will not win this battle. Our troops can handle an army like this swiftly. But something is plaguing the mind of my king Thranduil."

"And how am I to know what is plaguing the mind of a great king?" Sunal said her hand tightening over her satchel.

"I have not come to ask you about what plages his mind, but only to tell you that it has made him act... hastily. Lodrieil and I both agreed that sending a larger force of 600 to wipe them out as we can with numbers and force was the best course of action to prevent any fatality. And we do not want to underestimate them. The darkness in the forest has grown in these last few years and it would be rash to think too little of these creatures." he paused simmering for a moment, "But our king is stubborn. This stubbornness has led him to believe that it would be giving these creatures more credit than they deserved to treat them as a real threat. Only 400 troops will be sent." Fanion held more venom in that last comment than she had heard him use in her entire stay, he practically spat the last comment out.

"So I ask again what do you want me to do with this information? Because it sounds as though you want me to fight."

"My friend, it is not that I am asking you to fight," Fanion said his voice calming once more, "but that I am asking you to protect my friend as you have protected me in the past."

Sunal paused her silence lingering in the air as her mind fluttered over her options and over her actions over the past few days. Killing orcs and doing a favor for someone she was beginning to consider a friend. It was better than waiting for something to happen that might not. But then again she could just leave. Travel to some other corner of Middle earth. There were still parts she had not seen, places she wanted to go. Places that would cause her less grief.

It was not that she was afraid of an orc army, in fact, the small number of troops posed no threat to her, but elves were sharp creatures. If she was put in a compromising position she might have to reveal more than she wanted them to see. And the elves remembered. She would either face their blade or have a lot of tedious wordsmithing to do upon her return.

Sunal looked up. Fanion had turned to her, the clear worry for his friend apparent on his face. Sunal sighed a great sigh making her decision.

"You so graciously opened your hall to me, and have welcomed me with open and warm arms. To reject such an honest plea would be thoroughly ungrateful." Sunal said her bag dropping to the ground. She could feel the wine on the back of her throat cling there, reminding her of the thin ice she was treading on.

The look of relief on Fanion's face should have made her resolve stronger, yet it made her chest tight with frustration. She was not one for doing favors, she was one for collecting them. "So then," she continued, "Where do I report?".

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If there was one thing Sunal could say about the elven troops it was that they moved efficiently through the woods. All 400 troops quickly moved through the woods to the location where they saw the orcs.

When they got to the end of the forest the sun was lowering into the horizon but there were still a few hours of light left in the evening. The troops quickly moved into formation not waiting for the orcs to fully prepare for the assault.

There were two groups of soldiers. The ones at the head in a triangle formation followed by two lines of warriors moving at a steady pace forward into the field of orcs.

The battle began and at first what seemed a steady killing of orcs soon turned into a hard defense as the creatures pulled out giant hogs. Atop one of the hogs was a particularly ugly orc with what looked like horns coming out of its back. Sunal assumed this was their leader as the orcs gathered around him into more of a formation. The creature was calling out orders in orcish waving some sort of staff around cursing the elves for their arival.

Thranduil entered the center of the triangle that was at the head of the formation. Sunal could only watch as a great hog broke through the defensive shields battering elves out of the way and separating the smaller front group. But the elves responded quickly closing the two gaps. The front unit moved faster towards the center of the battle. Now separate from the main unit they made efficient work of cutting the head from the snake. The general's hog falling and with it the generals head. But now the unit was surrounded by the immobilized yet dangerous herd of orcs.

The king's forces had been flanked and separated from the main force. They had not prepared for such a large invasion of orcs this side of the forest, it would have been less trouble had they been closer in the woods, as the elves would have been able to get in their normal defensive formations. But the well-trained soldiers knew not to break their formation on open ground and to keep a steady movement forward, but the chaos of the battlefield blocked off how much they could do and see, and the gap between the main force and the front attack force seemed to grow larger with each passing moment.

Sunal had made her way to the third line of the forces, they were attacking with the second line while the first group held up their shields. However, Sunal cared little for these defensive maneuvers and began to grow frustrated behind the hindering shields. They were moving forward step by step, but she could hear the cries of a true fight far ahead of them.

Turning to the commanding officer of the group shouting out, "I am going over the barricades, there is more I can do to break heard from the outside!"

The elf commander paid little heed to the girl as he made a quick hand motion, two of the men in front of the first defense stepped down and she took her spit second to jump over them into the fray of the battle. Landing hard on the ground she expertly thrust her way through the battlefield. Bringing her sword up to her teeth for a brief moment it lit aflame startling the random large pigs and the few orcs surrounding her.

She could see the head of the silver mane from the large elk King Thranduil had been riding, their number outranked and surrounded around 40 passes down the steep slopes and from the rest of their troops. Bending low Sunal shot forward cutting through flesh and bone swerving expertly across the battlefield. The orcs moved slowly before, but since her time training with the elves, the dumb creatures seemed to be moving even slower.

Her eyes gleamed gold, and a smile drew across her face as blood and cries surrounded her. She did not fight with honor, cutting into their legs and backs, because what was the point of fighting with honor if your opponents would not treat you with the same respect.

Finally, she could hear a few of the orcs call out to their brethren warning them of the female on the field. She had left some of those in her wake alive deciding that a few missing limbs and burning clothes would be enough for her to keep them from being any more trouble. Under her armor she let her scales burn through her skin any area covered she was impenetrable on that field.

"Come here you rotten pieces of pig shit! Here I am!" She bolted from her chest as the three, now four orcs separated from the heard making a flailing wild dash towards her. One got trampled by one of the stampeding hogs and the other three made their way towards her. Quickly she matched the steal of the first two swiftly severing the leg off of one and burning through the sword of the other cutting right into its face and skull.

Fighting an large group of talented elves was one thing, but killing orcs was child's play. Even in large numbers they never had coordinated attacks, they were always straightforward with their movements. It was almost like killing giant moving sacks of grain.

She had created a path it was mostly clear, there were small skirmishes around her, all she had to do was maneuver over the bodies she had quickly taken care of. There was a herd of giant black pigs riding through the battlefield, some having orcs on their backs others were barreling through the elves ranks breaking their formations.

Sunal had moved separately from the main attack force in order to get closer to the king's force, "Fanion, owes me for this one." she said playfully to herself twisting her flaming sword around in her hand. "Come pigs for a real fight, you cowards!" She yelled out in her guttural orcish. More in the vicinity came barreling towards her in an animalistic rage, the kind that was easier to kill.

She had drawn enough away from the small herd surrounding the king's forces so that she could see their defensive line. They had been switching in their defense positions for too long, but the sudden lightening of attacking form one side gave them room to move back towards the main forces, and she could just barely hear Thranduil's strong voice directing them back to those forces. For the briefest of moments she could see his eyes acknowledging her and the distraction she was creating, by separating the herd that had surrounded them and taking a large force of them on wanting to waste their opportunity they began a steady movement towards her, and the rest of the forces behind her slowly closed in on her rear.

During this Sunal went back into the thick of it in between the two elvan forces in a full circle attack from the large orcs, using some of those she had either decapitated or cut the arms off as slightly alive burning shields. She began warding off the rest of the force surrounding her.

Some of the smaller ones looked hesitant at each other and the carnage surrounding the woman with the wild look and the flaming sword. It seemed that any blow they were landing slid off of her, or that she had no blind spots, as soon as one came up behind her nostrils would flare she would flip attacking her opponent that had tried to flank her. She was fighting erratically, there were no predictable moves some of the smarter orcs could see this their heads twisting in anger and fear.

With the swing of her sword she took three out from her left blocking those on her right. She felt a blade hit her back and glide off as she turned and decapitated the little orc that had come for her. The orcs came in a steady stream from all sides and Sunal took them all on moving with enough power to push them all back and throw them around with the strength of a tree herder. A large pig came crashing through the middle of their forces, riderless it ran through the orcs taking two down in its path while missing Sunal by a hair as she moved swiftly out of its path, plunging her sword into another orc.

Finally, the orcs surrounding her were suddenly being attacked from behind as the Kings smaller force made their way towards her and the rest of the troops closed into the break she was creating. Sunal would occasionally spare a glance at the king's forces making sure that he was safe, he had returned to his elk, sword in one hand slashing through arrows, and a long staff in the other killing orcs over the tops of his soldiers also guarding the perimeter.

Their small circle was taking care of the orcs she had not fully killed, ending their limbless misery as the orcs forces began to significantly shrink both due to their slaughter and due to the large group that had been seen retreating to the darker parts of the forest. Finally when the distance between the two forces was minimal Sunal slashed her last orcs neck, sidestepping as the two forces moved in unison reconnecting yet holding a strong defense their shields snaking together allowing for the king's force to merge back in.

By this point, there were only a dozen or so left on the battlefield and they began their scattered retreat towards the woods with the others. The sharp arrows of the elves finding their mark for the majority of them either at the base of their neck or back.

Sunal was huffing her chest heaving with adrenaline as she took her rest from all the fighting and in the safety behind the elven defenses, she closed her eyes, trying to regain some composure. Her eyes dulled and her scales receded painfully underneath her skin from her still concealed areas, she admitted she should have brought them in sooner but she felt safe that in the hectic focus of the elves she was sure they would not notice.

The two forces might have reconnected without her intervening but their chances had not looked good, and she had promised Fanion she would look out for his king and his friend as she had him on the day they met. And that was what she did, ensuring him and his force basically safe passage back to the main force through brute strength.

Not wanting to burn any of the elves in her vicinity she lowered her sword into the mud from all the soldiers stomping into the ground, and with a sharp sizzle the fire from the sword on both sides she extinguished the flames, She wiped off the hot metal as best she could before resheathing it knowing full well it would need some more cleaning and a new sharpen after that fight.

It was then that she could feel the fur of the great beast on her left shoulder. She looked up and there was the giant elk in all its majesty, with the no less stunning elven king atop its back. His face was hard to read as it always was. But as he looked down at her he gave her a nod in acknowledgment of her actions. She also gave him a slight nod in return.

There was a lot said in that short change as they passive stayed next to each other. She could feel the calm breathing from the great animal next to her. She knew that animals and elves could form strong emotional bonds, she knew she was not fully forgiven for what she had done. Because what she had done, was for an elf she debasing. But she could tell by how calm he and the animal stood beside her, there was an acknowledgment that there was some debt paid back.

She had put herself on the line to save him and limit the danger to his troops. They could put her past actions behind them, and her position though still shaky was also more respected by him and the community.

As the battle had ended and at last, they broke ranks to capture those orcs left alive for interrogations. It was then that the giant elk turned from her side going back into the direction of their kingdom. Sunal turned to look around, after not receiving any orders she simply turned back to follow the giant creature. The last light from the sun dying the red sky a dark shade of purple-red as the clouds moved south with the high winds.

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Fanion looked out from one of the balconies with a clear view of the elves coming in and out of the great entrance to their kingdom. He had had a bad feeling about this battle, something was off about the movements of the orcs, and other darker creatures. He was glad that Sunal had gone with the group of forces, even though she was not part of the main force protecting Thranduil, he knew that she would keep an eye out for him.

He could hear the gates open as he saw Thranduil lead the troops back into the hall. As usual he moved in a way that commanded everyone's attention, and Fanion was relieved to see that his friend had not been injured. He noticed Sunal was only a few paces behind Thranduil walking in front of the captured orcs along with the general that had accompanied the small force.

"From the reports, it seems as though there were no casualties." Fanion heard from the hall behind him.

"It seems there were not. Due in some small part to your… guest." Lodrieil lulled into the air.

"So then have your suspicions of her diminished at all yet, or are you still going to wait and watch until you find what you want."

"You persist in making light of my suspicions. There is something wrong with that human. You know there is. I can feel it and I can see it. A dark aura surrounds her, and her stench becomes more potent every day. She is not one to be trusted. I trust you with my life even when I don't know what it is you plan. I know you would never intentionally do anything that would hurt our people." Lodrieil shook her head looking forward before continuing, "But you are too curious about this girl's aura, it is new in a world that is old. You need someone to tell you to be wary. Our king seems to have grown interested in her as well, though I am not sure it is healthy for him. Even you can see the danger of a human being too close to our king."

"No. I honestly can not say I do."

"Then you are blind."

Fanion let out a scoff from his chest, "Was she not the fire that left our troops unburnt? She means no harm to us Lodrieil. She saves us with her flaming sword and now she saves more, yet you continue to push me into a pit of distrust and boundless suspicion."

"Fire is unpredictable. One moment fire is an ally keeping the nights warm and bright against enemies. The next moment it is burning down homes, scorching the earth, and searing flesh from bone."

Fanion put his hands on the balcony leaning forward placing his weight on them. "And yet every night countless fires are lit anyway. Even though there might be dangerous many are still drawn to its flames for various reasons." His eyes narrowed in on his friend Thranduil noticing the sparing glances he gave the human a few paces behind him.

Fanion lightly pushed off the banister of the balcony balancing himself back onto his feet he turned to Lodrieil. "This evening has taken much from me, and I must retire after giving congratulations to my friends, old and new."

Fanion slowly left leaving Lodrieil on the balcony surveying the movements of those below her. A sickness settled in her stomach and a sense of foreboding hit her when she too noticed a slight passing glance towards the human. The slight fleeting glance only a close friend would notice. "A feeble spark or even a flickering flame must be watched so that it may not turn into a burning blaze taking down all that surrounds it."

OK so here we are

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Authors Note:

Ok so for those of you who are interested, I wanted to talk a little bit about the events of this and the last chapter. Honestly, that whole scene at the end of the last chapter was not supposed to happen until like three chapters after this one. It has made me have to reconfigure a lot of the plot I had set up. Like a lot.

But the fact that Sunal was the aggressor/initiator was something that had always been planed on. And I get that for a few people that did not go over well. And that is fine. Of course, I want people to like what I write, but I am not going to change things because they make a few people uncomfortable. If you do not like it you do not have to read it! And that is fine if it is not your thing, then it is not your thing.

I have noticed that there are a lot of M rated stories that feature something similar to this but with the roles reversed. It is almost commonplace to see the man as more the dominant figure in most stories. But my character is anything but just submissive. She is literally a combination of a human and a dragon, why would she be submissive! (Yes saying it that way I do realize the combination human/dragon sounds a bit ridiculous, but hey I'm having fun with her and I hope you are too)

To clarify a little bit more. This was very hard to get back on track and one day when I have written much more of this story I might go round and move it into its intended order but for right now I am going to work with it staying where it is.