Thread: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (CLOSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

RE Dragon Lord Gets His Wish Loren Lannister and I Ah... Lillian. He gave her a slight nod in understanding. The Dragon Lord indeed, found her pretty and beautiful, even. The Dragon Lord felt little more than lust, perhaps love over these short-lived beings, even combined. Yet the battered girl had something else. Something...he was entirely unfamiliar with. He let his hand linger on her cheek, his long fingers caressing her cheeks lightly. A smile on his face. Fitting name for such a stunning woman, aye. He moved his hand, and was about to move, when she spoke, and lent her his ears. Something such a great deity would rarely even try to do. He let his hands curl around Allyria's waist, feeling her glaring eyes. Allyria would always be one of his women, his most favored possession. He saw Allyria when she was sold into slavery, and was gifted to him at age ten. He raised her until she was but fourteen, where she offered to be his Priestess. He found that no one quite took his cock like Allyria's tight cunt did, and named her a Priestess, and as she seemed to age less, she became his High Priestess, the woman expected to bear him children children named godspawn. Not his heirs, but not born to be his temple slaves Unless they choose to Like his other children with Lesser Priestesses were. However Allyria did produce offspring, women now grown and serving in his temple as his occasional lovers, however, word never gone out as no Dragon Lord was born yet. He gave her a pitying look. Truly what she experienced was painful. For your home to be razed and burnt, for your livelihood to be taken. And as she wept, the Dragon Lord felt a sharp tugging in his heart. He must aid her, aid her. Of course he had no obligation to. Yet her words, the words of independence, are hopes crushed, was enough to bring him to heel, the Dragon Lord, to heel. He leaned towards Allyria, kissing her right on he cheek, and giving her back a pat as he went to his acolytes, hands going to part them as he watched the broken girl, indigo eyes blinking. A sigh escaped the man's lips, as he watched the girl, once jittery and afraid to speak to him, broken. It was an overwhelming sense of pity for the girl. A woman who lest her home was a horrid sight. And her looks aided, her locks, her bruised figure... What sort of god would he be as to not to protect his subjects? Yet, how? He could give her funds for another farm yet it will only put her back in danger's reach, and it would not replace the livelihood she once lost. What else? When he slain every bandits, they sated his wroth, yet they did not bring the women raped, the girls losing their hopes.. No. He knew what he must do to take them under his protection. He knelt, and placed his hand on his shoulders, gentle, but enough to pick her up, to let her stands solely on his strength, hands grasping her shoulders, eyes directly on the beautiful girls' own. Girl I terribly apologize for not being able to save your Farm, I was not here yet. I should have, yet the only Solace I can offer you is serving as a Handmaiden in my temple. Normal women could only stay for so long in his temples without his blessing. Forgive me but accept my blessing as an apology. You will not need to plant or farm, Your every...need, He gazed at her figure. Will be taken care of. I promise you this with the word of a Dragon, He touched her arm. I cannot allow you to return, not after losing the only place you can go to. He gave her a slight squeeze Accept my offer, Lilian. This time, he sounded more commanding.