Elesa. Orobas's mortal mother.
Elesa was different from the other mortals, Orobas agreed with his father. His mother was special. Born under the Dragon Moon, the legends concerning this phenomen held true. Elesa had inherited the knowledge to think and act on the Dracon's level, but that was not all. She brought peace and comfort to the Dracons that she had touched with her serene presence.
He shook his head to dispell his genteel mother's visage. Orobas had a job to complete, and he would not intentionally fail his parents. Stubborn, he was often liken to his noble and proud father in demeanor. He continued to follow the Gray Dracon woman down the hall of the Pearl Palace. 'What a splendid place this is,' awed by his surroundings. The walls, ceilings and floor were all crafted out of opaque pearl substance of white and gray. Beautiful and heavenly always came to mind along with feminine.
The Gray finally halted, extending her arm to the brightly colored pillows piled on the floor. "Sit your highness," she spoke eloquently. "My sister Queen Cliegia and her husband King Cilinn shall be here shortly. What did you say your name was again? And Clan?"
"Orobas, son of King Ansatsu," he supplied as he eased his weary body down on a scarlet pillow. "Prince of the Xcessgol Clan"
"Ahhh," instant scorn appeared on the woman's features. Everyone knew about King Ansatsu and his love for filthy humans. Actually for one human. 'How utterly disgusting,' Pearlynn shuddered at the thought of laying with a mortal.
Now that she knew of his true bloodlines, Orobas was a waste of her time and her daughter's. Pearlynn would never consent in giving her daughter to one with a tainted blood line. A dracon male must be pure. Pure did not necessarily mean their race. Oh no, it meant that Pearlynn did not wish to taint her line with elven, human or any other creature lower than Dracons. The thought of her daughter brought a smile filled with malice on the Gray's face. 'Why not tease the filthy half breed on something he would never have?'
"Until my royal sister and brother-in-law arrives," she turned and clapped her hands. "A little entertainment to keep you entertained until their arrival."
Musicians began to file into the room from the Gray's clapping command and assembled their instruments. The last to enter drew Orobas's appreciating gaze. She was beyond lovely, one that could easily snake one's affections and haunt him for the rest of his natural born days. Her exotic gray hair swished and swayed about her curvacious body with each gentle step she took.
And her outfit, By the Goddess of Seduction, could make a made perish with one look at her. An icy blue shade, the material clung to her frame while obscuring one of the most important attributes of her body. The satin and gauze fringes tickled her navel, drawing any man's instant attention. If Orobas stared hard enough, he swore when the fringes swayed a certain way, he could catch the bottom swell of her chest. The room started to become unbareably hot.
"Liath," Pearlynn grinned in satisfaction at the half breed's discomfort.
Eyes of pale lilac turned to her mother, inclining her head to say she heard her mother speak.
"Please," Pearlynn gave a tiny wave of her hand towards the prince, "entertain Prince Orobas until your Aunt and Father arrive." This Gray was purely devious.
"Yes, mother." Liath murmured, knowing exactly how her mother wished her to 'entertain' this prince. Her mother had been dangling her before a variety of Dracon men throughout her lifetime to whet their appetites so to speak.
With a snap of Pearlynn's fingers, the musicians began to play a very slow and erotic tune. The tempo was one that Liath knew instinctly as did her body. Gentle-like, her hips began to sway back and forth only to have her pevis grate in a round motion. Her hands began to move about her body, caressing and groping. Not a spare inch of her person was not touched by Liath.
'Don't touch your lips; Don't wear your hair like that.. I feel your presence all around me'
As the singer began the lyrics, it was clear to Orobas that Liath was going to obey the words. Her inky lashes rested gently about her cheeks while those questing fingers disrupted the fringes of her shirt, up her graceful neck, and along the edges of her shimmering pinken lips.
She arched her head suddenly, sending tendrils of gray hair to flutter madly about her face. Liath's movements were love-like. She made love to an invisible parnter, and how Orobas would like to be that partner at that moment as he watched her. Never once did her body stop in their swaying and buckling.
'Don't get too close; Don't move your eyes like that because they're deep enough to drown me.'
'How true that statement is,' her eyes were clear enough to drown him in. So transparent, one could barely see the hue of lilac within them, but at the moment, Orobas could not concentrate on her eyes for her body was extremely close to his. Her heat was so close to his body, radiating off her as a stray lock of her hair tickled the back of his hands.
'It doesn't get hot like this in 'paradise'. You fool me with your angel face. Your master knows where I'm my weakest.'
Indeed, Pearlynn knew how to bring men down to their knees and bring forth their ardor. The Goddess of Seduction had taught her well on the art, and Pearlynn had made certain the knowledge was passed on to her only daughter. It was crucial for Liath to find a Black Pearl Dracon Male. Cliegia was barron, and Pearlynn was not. Liath was the child of the King, not the queen.
The song went on and on. For once in his life, Orobas was close to calling for mercy against this temptation.
'Don't call my name; Don't brush my cheek like that. I curse the day that I saw you.'
"Orobas," she purred. The back of her hand caressed against his tan cheek, brushing a few strands of his shoulder-length black hair loose.
His name spoken in that matter caused his body to shudder. Even his black wings quaked with her closeness.
'Don't touch my skin; don't dance around like that. I feel damnation all around you.''
Dimly, he was aware of her hand upon his shoulder as she slide her stomach against his arm and twirled behind him. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, and all he could think about was pearly flesh and gray hair of a temptress dancing and bringing about his down fall. She could jeopardize anything if she put her mind to it. 'How many has she?'
In a daze, he missed seeing her pull away from his back and sauntered within his eyesight. She was calling to him with her arms, becogning him as a lover would. So intent on the woman who was slowling down her movements, he missed the sight of an elder Black Pearl Dracon Male entering or his sour faced Gray wife who's eyes were glittering with rage..And directed towards Liath.