**Author's Note: This is the last part of this story. Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it.
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Freya woke up in the same place she was for the past 2 days. She stared up at the canopy as the grey morning light streamed into the room. The undying fire warmed the whole room as if it were in the middle of summer.
Freya felt hot beneath the bear and wolf skins so she lay there in her chemise letting the light wintry breeze cool her. Her nipples stiffened, puckering through the thin cloth.
She touched the stone embedded in her collar contemplating her new situation. She heard a stirring on the floor. The dragon had stirred. Freya crawled towards the end of the bed to peer at her prisoner all the while holding the thin silver chain that she kept wrapped around her palm.
Her head resting on her folded palms, her lustrous hair cascading down her shoulder like a golden waterfall she spied on the sleeping dragon.
Veles lay curled up on the bear skin rug, his tunic off, marbled muscles gleaming in the sunlight. The princess couldn't help but admire. He was quite peaceful when asleep. Almost non-threatening.
The iron collar was of the same design as Freya's but seemed much colder. Embedded in the throat was a black stone, as black as a starless night. Pity sparked inside of the princess.
"Like what you see, Princess?" Veles opened one eye, a cold icy spring that leered at her. Freya shivered. From secret delight or loathing... or both. She rose from the bed, "You seem suspiciously unafraid, Dragon."
"Should I be afraid of a human girl?" Veles mocked.
Freya picked up the shaving blade she kept on the table. She felt better with it around. Veles kept still watching Freya with intensity. The princess lowered herself, straddling the dragon god, her womanhood hot against his maleness. Teasing him with her heat.
Freya pressed the curved black blade against the god's throat, her stormy blue eyes assessing her next move. Veles didn't blink, keeping a cool amusing smile on his handsome face.
"And what do you plan to do with that, Princess?" Veles mused, his hands resting on Freya's soft firm calves. His thumb lightly brushed her flesh sending a small wave of tingling sensations through Freya's body.
In an attempt to distract herself from the secret joy of Veles's touch, Freya let the tip of the blade dance along the dragon god's taut muscles that she secretly admired so much.
Veles himself felt a bit of a thrill as the sharp blade tickled his flesh. One of the few things that could kill him but the possibility of dying at the hands of this beauty sent an erotic thrill through the dragon.
Freya moved slightly back, unlacing his breeches to reveal just above the dragon's hardened manhood. Veles licked his lips, his heart thundered as the blade did a dangerous dance above his cock. Freya felt Veles's cock throb, her own sex trembling with expectation. Danger mixed with lust was intoxicating.
Veles watched a dark idea blossom in Freya's stormy blue eyes. Her beautiful rosy lips curved into an evil smirk.
The dragon chuckled, "You want to un-man me more, Princess Freya? I'm already your dog on a leash."
"I wonder if a god's cock would grow back if cut off," Freya contemplated aloud.
"You're thinking of wearing it around your neck?" Veles raised an eyebrow as his hands dared move upward holding firm to her thighs then he arched his back a bit, pushing his pelvis up, pressing his iron-rod harder against Freya's burning sex. "Take it if it pleases you but are you sure you want it around your neck...?"
Freya unconsciously bit her lower lip as Veles's hard member grazed her swollen pearl sending a shock of delight through her muscles.
She made a small whimpering sound as she and Veles locked eyes. She felt his hands venture further up, her heart racing as his strong firm hands reached under her small apple breasts.
Suddenly in anger Freya tugged hard on the silver leash bringing her and Veles's faces inches apart. Her breasts and erect nipples pressed against the dragon's hard chest. The blade pressed against Veles's pulsating organ.
"Stop that," she warned as the scent of rain and wet earth filled her nostrils, Veles's natural musk.
Veles's cool blue eyes seemed to burn into Freya's soul. Her cheeks grew hot as her pussy drizzled with unwanted desire.
"Are you certain you want me to," Veles sensually whispered though he made no further move. They were locked by unseen bonds. Freya fought the urge to bite on Veles's sexy lips.
After a moment of simmering silence Freya leaned in closer looking as if she were about to act on her initial impulse but then whispered into the dragon's ear, "Yes."
She pulled back, their mouths still in tantalizing proximity.
Veles smiled then whispered, "Pity."
The dragon god pulled back a little reminding Freya to breathe again then he said, "So what does my mistress command?"
Freya reluctantly slid off her pet dragon's lap then said with a domineering air, "Dress me."
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The sun light filled the room as Veles stood before his new mistress, his eyes intense on hers as he untied her night chemise. His shirt was still off making it hard for Freya to stay focused and in control.
Freya had tied Veles's leash to the bed post. The chain extended then retracted when needed to help Freya dress as her ladies had done when she was growing up.
Veles kept his touches professional and routine but every brush of his finger tips, every breath on her flesh set Freya's skin aflame with want.
She tried to hide it but Veles could smell her yearning for him. He said nothing but smiled smugly while humming that familiar tune that made Freya go back to her childhood.
As Veles picked out a forest green gown, Freya asked, "Where did you learn that tune?"
"It's a song from the beginning of time," Veles explained as he placed a clean white shift over her head. "When I was born it was the first sound I heard."
Freya smoothed out the shift as Veles picked up the forest green gown. Her nipples stiffened against the clean fabric as she watched Veles circle around her then felt him place the dress over her head.
"Your mother sing it to you?" Freya asked.
Veles gave a dry chuckle. Freya remembered being told about how the great creator god Rod mated with the celestial cow, Zemun. Rod created the universe and everything in it. He was nature itself.
"I was born a hideous scaly thing that suckled my cow mother's teat then when I was finished she left me," Veles spoke dryly. "Then father threw me into the underworld telling me it was my domain while my brother... My brother was given domain over the world above. No one sings for a god of the dead."
Veles fit the dress on Freya then came to face her to tie the strings. He averted his gaze as he remembered his lonely existence. Sympathy once more blossomed in Freya's heart.
"My mother didn't sing me any songs either," Freya said as Veles tied the front strings of her dress. "Every time she looked at me she'd weep. Most of the time she avoided looking at me altogether."
"And your father?"
"He would sometimes bring me Snow Drops," Freya smiled at the memory. "They always cheered me up."
