Harley the Dragon Slayer [FM] [Bondage] [69]
Harley let out a triumphant scream and thrust her sword upwards. Her blade slid between the scales on the evil dragon's chest, slicing through bone and muscle until the sword pierced the dragon's heart.
The beast let out a scream, and it reared up on it's hind legs, ripping the sword out of Harley's hand. Harley was certain she had missed, and the dragon would now bathe her with fire, but the beast's eyes went wide, its legs and wings went limp, and it collapsed to the stone floor, shattering the ancient stonework of the abandoned castle.
Harley watched as the life drained from the beast's eyes. When she was sure the creature was dead, she walked over and positioned her boot on the creature's chest, grabbed the handle of her sword, and pulled it free.
"You will haunt the King's Road no more, you foul beast," Harley snarled at her defeated foe.
She walked past the dragon's body and moved into the throne room, where the dragon had made it's nest. The once glorious throne room was now a matted down mess of bone and straw, where the dragon had taken roost. Sitting near the throne, though, was a glittering mess of gold.
Harley ran over to the treasure, giggling to herself as she ran her hands through its riches. There were piled of gold coins, silver goblets, crowns and necklaces made of gold and frosted with precious gemstones as big as her thumb.
She started greedily stuffing her pockets with the golden when she heard muted voices coming from the door behind the throne. She wrapped her palm around the base of her sword and approached the door, moving slowly, as quietly as she could with her heavy metal armor and pockets laden with coins.
What horrors await me behind this door? Harley wondered. More dark creatures? Perhaps an entire brood of the dragon's young? Whatever it is, surprise is the only advantage I have, I must use it.
Harley kicked the door open and ran into the room, screaming at the top of her lungs, her sword cocked back and ready to be unleashed at the first monster she saw.
"MMMMHMMMHMMM!" Screamed the man into his gag.
Harley stopped, bewildered. The room was nothing more than an old lord's bedroom. It appeared to have been recently cleaned, the furniture polished and new. Every other room in this old castle, from the main hall to the pantry, had been full of decrepit chairs, broken tables and shattered bookcases.
More importantly, though, was the bed. It was lined with fresh, expensive looking silks, bright colors of crimson and purple. A man lay in the bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedposts using some of those expensive silks, and another was tied around his face, gagging his mouth.
Harley sheathed her sword and walked over to the bed, pulling the silks from the man's mouth.
"Oh, thank you, miss, thank you so much, please, we must leave before the dragon returns!" the man begged. He was a wiry man, lean, but Harley could sense a strength in him. He was dressed in the rags of fine clothing, clearly a merchant of some kind, and a successful one at that.
Harley smirked down at him, "Please, calm yourself, sir. The dragon is slain, there is no hurry. But, please, tell me, how did you get here?"
The man let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank the gods. Last night, a beautiful woman met me on the road, asking to camp with me. She was such a sight, I couldn't refuse her, though I wish I had. When we made camp, she turned into a dragon, killed my guards, stole my treasure, and brought me here. She said she was planning on ransoming me back to my business partners for my share of the business."
The dragon had been a devious foe. Harley had wondered if there was some intelligence behind the beast's raw power, and now she had her answer.
"I hope you have learned your lesson, sir. The next time a beautiful woman asks to share your bed, she's probably looking for something more than good company," Harley said.
"Trust me, I'll take that lesson to heart. Can you do something about these restraints? They are awfully uncomfortable," the man said.
Harley glanced at the man's handsome face, his soft skin, offset by his strong jawline, his flawless black hair. Something about him seemed so familiar...and then it clicked.
"I'll let you out in a second, but first, don't we know each other?" she asked.
"I can't say that we do, at least I don't...wait...Harley?" the man asked, incredulous.
"Hello, Simon, it's been a while," Harley smiled.
"It's been so long, what, nine, ten years?" Simon asked.
Harley and Simon had been neighbors, once upon a time. They had spent their teenage years playing together in the small town of Rolfton, becoming the best of friends. That is, until Harley's father received new orders, and she had to move away with him to the capital.
Harley had a wicked idea. She reached up and unclasped her metal platemail armor, setting the chest piece on the ground, then unhooked her metal plateskirt, letting it fall as well. She was just in her plain travel clothes now, simple, close fitting garments of white and gray cloth. She grabbed a chair from a nearby desk and sat next to the bed, looking at Simon.
"Say, do you remember what you did to me, that night after the Summer Festival?" Harley asked.
Simon smiled, "You mean, when we kissed behind the Old Tom's Bakery?"
