"If you would take this bag off my head,I could see where I was
going and maybe not fall for the twentieth time!" I sighed as I pulled myself up off the ground. We'd walked for close to an hour, mostly due to me
falling and not wearing shoes. My feet were cut where I'd stepped on all kinds of sharp things, and my arms and legs were skinned all over.
"Also, if you could give me my boots, this would go a lot faster," I added.
Instead of giving into my requests, I was rewarded with a thump on my already lumpy head and then shoved to get me moving again.
I sighed and did as I was commanded. I seriously didn't want to get a spear to the back.
Wait … if these hot dragon-like women killed me … would they eat me, too?
Fucking shit. How was this happening? A few days ago, I was on my boat, and everything was fine. Now, I was on some insane island with non- human inhabitants? Was I still even on Earth? I couldn't be, right?I felt like I would have heard about an island with sexy monster dragon women.
I kept wanting to believe I was dreaming, but the pain in my sore and bleeding feet, plus the dozen other aches and bruises across my body,
convinced me otherwise.
I was definitely awake and definitely alive. So, that left only one option …
I was on another world, and if I wanted to continue on staying alive, I needed to start acclimating fast.
Acclimating to hot, dragon-serpentine-mystical women. Because that wasn't a crazy sentence.
A few minutes later, I noticed the terrain under my feet began to
change. The rocky sand gave way to a softer grass, and I almost cried in relief. I could feel where the grass was trampled down into a well-traveled pathway and knew we had to begetting close to our destination. A few
minutes later, I was pulled to a halt.
"Greetings, Isla," the warrior behind me said. "We have returned with the male prisoner, as promised."
"Excellent job, Sela. We have set up his holding cell at the southern barracks. Zarya and Darya are ready to stand guard. You are to turn him over and report to the queen at once."
"Yes, Isla. May Olokun make your currents swift."
"And may Oshun bless the tides that be. Now, off with you."
Once again,I was prodded between the shoulder blades with a spear and forced to walk while blinded. At least whatever these people had in
store for me would be revealed soon. I was tired and ready to get off my sore and bleeding feet, regardless of the circumstances.
We soon reached my holding cell, and I was ushered in with another shove. The bag was removed from my head, and my hands were untied by the same gorgeous woman who had tied me up.
"Your name is Sela, right?" I asked quickly. "I swear to you, I mean no harm. I just got knocked off my boat and ended up on your island. All I want to do is get home. If you could just give me some idea of where I am or how to get out of here,I won't bother you anymore. In fact--"
"Quiet!" Sela boomed with a scowl. "Your future is now in the hands of our queen. You are to stay here until you are directed otherwise."
Her tone left no room for argument, so I gave up trying. Then she walked away from me but stopped to speak to the guards in their strange clicking language. All three sets of eyes turned and looked at me, and I guessed they had just been ordered to kill me if I tried to escape.
"I don't plan on leaving this room," Ipromised. "I don't have a death wish."
Sela threw me one more glare over her shoulder and disappeared from the hut.
I sighed and looked around to take in my surroundings. It was a very primitive building they had me in, and I wondered if the whole village was as rustic.
The walls of the hut appeared to be made out of mud and seashells, but not haphazardly. They were sturdy and smooth to the touch. The roof
was thatched from seaweed, with absolutely no light peeking through. The floor was carpeted with a mix of seaweed, grass, and sand, and it was
surprisingly soft underneath my abused feet. There was also a cot made
from bamboo and banana leaves under a window barred with more bamboo. I would have to stand up on the cot to see out of the window, but the
thought didn't exactly appeal to me at the moment. A nap sounded like a much better idea.
So,I laid down on the cot, closed my eyes, and prayed one last time
to wake back up on my boat. Crazier things had happened, right?
"Ben … wake up, Ben," said the sweetest voice I'd ever heard.
"Huh? Who--?" I started to ask, still groggy from sleep.
"My name is Talise. I am here to take care of your many wounds."
I opened my eyes to see an incredibly beautiful bizarre dragon-
serpent woman smiling at me. She had hair as black as night, and it was
braided over one shoulder and adorned with dozens of seashells. Her skin was an alabaster white, and her eyes were the perfect shade of aqua that just matched the scattering of scales across her forehead and cheeks. Her bottom lip was so full it looked like she was forever pouting, and I couldn't help
imagining what sucking and nibbling that lip would be like. My eyes
wandered down to her shoulders, where I saw more scales, and they
disappeared beneath a silvery colored wrap that fell just above her knees. The dress did little to hide her plump breasts and hips, and my pants grew tighter in response to her body. She didn't have the build of the warrior women, though. She was much more petite, plusher body was soft and thick, and I guessed she would feel amazing pressed against me.
"May I address your injuries, Ben?" She smiled at my obvious ogling.
"U-Um … y-yeah," I stuttered like an idiot. "I mean yes. Yes, please. T-Talise, right?"
"Yes, now please remove your clothing and lie on your back," Talise instructed. "I will hold this blanket up to preserve your modesty, but there are wounds on your chest and upper legs I must get a good look at. I will send your clothing over to be cleaned and dried."
I was still just wearing my long-sleeved shirt and boxer briefs. They were caked with dirt and blood and desperately needed to be washed, so I removed them as she held the blanket up and turned her head to give me a modicum of privacy. When I was finished, she laid the impossibly soft
blanket across my pelvic area, tucked it in so everything except my junk was exposed, and got to work.
"This is quite the injury you have on your head. I am going to wash all the sand and dirt away so I can get a better look. Forgive me, but this might sting."
Her voice had a slight accent that somehow reminded me of bubbles the way each syllable popped in my ears. She could get me to do whatever she wanted with that voice.
"You do what you need to do," I said as stoically as I could. "I am tougher than I look."
"You look fairly tough," she said with a flirty smile. "Now scoot down so most of your head hangs off the end of the bed, but your neck is still supported."
I did just as she asked, since I was transfixed by her voice and beauty. She had a nurturing quality that made her gentle and strong at the same
time. This was a woman I would make love to for hours, never fuck. She was too precious.
But she obviously wasn't human, and I'd one again decided I wasn't dreaming. So, where was I? And how in the hell was I ever going to get
home?
Talise pulled a basin out from beneath the bed and placed it below us on the floor. Then she picked up a pitcher of warm water and slowly poured it over my head. Next came a bar of soap that smelled like honey, jasmine, and the sea, and Talise used it to wash not just the cut on my head but all of my hair, too. It did sting like a bitch at first, but the feel of her smooth
hands and gentle touch relaxed me, and soon the pain went away.
The healer then moved from my head to my shoulders and continued to washall the dirt and blood off my exposed body. The touch of her hands was comforting and arousing all at the same time.
My dick hardened the lower she moved, and I knew the blanket Talise had draped across my groin was popped up like a teepee.
She didn't seem phased by it, or was at least too polite to
acknowledge my raging hard on. She just hummed to herself and continued to wash me with care and precision. Before long, the humming turned into singing.