Author's note: I have always been a fan of fantasy as well as erotic stories venturing into various kinks. The Dragon Bracelet is my first attempt at erotic fiction, this is only the first story set in this world. I hope you will enjoy this little taste of things to come.
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A chilly April morning, spring was slowly but surely beating back winter and staking its claim on Manhattan. Hakon was for once glad that the work culture in America was a lot stricter than back home in Norway regarding appropriate work wear. Though he knew he would change his mind come summer, he hated how warm suits felt. Almost as much as he despised the weak coffee being served at the local Starbucks. Still, unless he wanted to add twenty minutes to his walk to the office, it would have to make due. Coffee finally in hand, he started his stroll toward the office building. Enjoying both the warmth and the trickle of caffeine being added to his bloodstream from the beverage.
It had been a couple of years since he had moved to New York, the home city of his wife Sarah. She was a former diplomat's daughter, who had chosen to stay behind at Oslo University studying economy while he was a business student at the same university. Oslo being an expensive city to live in they met each other in one of the nearby cheaper student dorms. Sarah was taller than average, at 5'9 with chestnut brown hair reaching her shoulders, a slender frame with perky small breasts, cute little butt and long shapely legs.
Hakon was barely scratching 6', with blue eyes and a head of slicked back blonde hair. He kept himself in pretty good shape, going to the gym three times a week, but unable to keep himself to a good diet Hakon could never get any toned muscles. Down there he wielded a decent six-inch uncircumcised tool, all traces of pubic hairs shaved off.
It was their mutual love of fantasy books and tabletop games that eventually had gotten them together, as a couple of the students formed a D&D group and they both attended every session. As the university years passed, they got together, engaged and graduated. They both decided that they would move to New York quite early, Sarah was starting to get homesick after the many years in Norway and Hakon had together with a couple of other graduates secured investors for their startup software company and wanted to dip their feet in the American market early. After both a Norwegian and American wedding, they settled in in a three-room apartment in central Manhattan, sponsored by Hakon's new father-in-law.
Finishing the last of the coffee, Hakon spots a trash can next to a pawn shop entrance and deposits it there. Suddenly something bumps into him and a cardboard box come crashing over him, spilling out a number of jewelry boxes, books and other knickknacks onto the sidewalk.
"Fuck! Didn't see you friend... Ehm... I'm sorry but could you stay so we make sure all of these things go back in the box where they belong?" The man says, wearing a navy-blue jacket with a tag matching the pawn shops,
Earnie Brothers
.
"Yeah sure, no problem. Got no meetings until after lunch, let me help you with this lot since I'm partly responsible." Hakon responds as he takes in the at least twenty different and incredibly intricately adorned boxes. One of them, a large black and silver case lies open by his feet and a small silver dragon with red ruby eyes and a long thin tail - at least 20 inches - lies beside it. He bends down to pick up both the case and the long-tailed dragon, putting it back into the case wrapping its incredibly long tail in a circle around it. As he closes the box, he feels a light prick on his thumb, almost dropping the case again as he moves his thumb away, two tiny drops of blood slowly starting to protrude. Strangely enough he doesn't think much of it as he sucks on the tiny wounds and hands the case back to the pawn shop employee.
"Looks like that is all of them, did you cut yourself? I have band aids in the back, sorry about that. These boxes are from an old lady's apartment, their daughter wanted nothing to do with the items and sold all of it to us." The man half shouting at the end as he goes behind the counter and begins to go through the drawers in search of a band aid, continuing to loudly explain about all of the weird stuff in the lady's apartment. All the while Hakon was not really listening, he had never been much into wearing jewelry or accessories, never even owning a wristwatch. But his mind kept going back to the silver Dragon resting on the back of his hand, and the tail securely wrapped around his wrist. He liked the idea of it.
"There it is!" The man says digging out a small first aid box and handing over a band aid. "Vince by the way, my name that is. Second generation Earnie."
"Hakon Vidje, pleasure." After placing the band aid on his thumb, he can't stop himself and blurts out. "How much for the Dragon?"
"The bracelet? We haven't put a price on it yet, but rough estimation for the craftmanship and the amount of silver, we would probably sell it for around 500$, but considering the trouble I put you through and that we got it for almost nothing. I'd be willing to part with it to you for 200$."
Somewhere in the back of his mind Hakon knows that this is too much of a price cut for what a pawn shop would be willing to sell it for, but he also knows that he could easily make the man go lower. Those thoughts are smothered by the need from deep in his heart to possess the bracelet, it can't be ignored and he immediately agrees to the price and hands over his card and pocket the case.
Marching through the office at a quick pace, greeting his five employees in the American branch office, Hakon reaches his own office, closes the door and takes of his suit jacket. After rolling up his right shirt arm, he takes out the Dragon's case and opens it.
It rests there on black velvet, ruby eyes gleaming and long silvery tail circled around it many times, watching him expectantly. Carefully, he takes the Dragon and places it on his right hand, it feels cold, but slowly gets warmer as Hakon wraps the tail around the wrist. For a moment nothing happens, the Dragon lies on the back of the hand, the tail loosely resting around the wrist. Until suddenly Hakon feels it dig its claws in, tail squeezing hard around the arm and the Dragon biting down.
200 years and finally a new
Master
. My gifts are yours, descendant of the All Father. Will you have the strength to make this world your own or will you succumb in the attempt? It matters little in the grand scheme of things.
Good luck.
The voice rumbled through the room, Hakon had been watching the silver Dragon the entire time, but it had not moved. He got up opened his door to peer out into the office, no one seemed to have noticed or even heard the voice.
"Do you need anything, Sir?" It was his assistant Belle Taylor, a short curvy 24-year-old, with long silky black hair. She didn't usually call him Sir; he had been uncomfortable with such formal language and had asked that his employees called him by his name and treat each other normally when they were hired. Still, he felt something stir in him now, a warmth deep inside, pleasure as Belle called him Sir.
"No, thought I heard something."
"Alright." She slowly turned back to her screen, as if struggling to focus on something other than him.
Hakon closed the door and silently pondered what this Dragon had done to him. The pleasure was not distracting, it just felt right. She was
beneath
