"Those men from Breck took us from our isle to the east. They threatened to rape us and sell us."
"That's terrible." Björn said, mockingly closing his eyes again as if he were uninterested in them.
"They stormed into our village late at night, they killed many of us. All of our elderly folk were slaughtered, the men were killed, and the women…"
"I am sure I understand what happened to your village, you need not speak of it."
"I heard them say they were going to sell us after returning to their home, after this raid." One said.
"I suppose that wont happen now will it?" they looked between themselves. "Do you think we will be sold here too?"
One of the women moved closer to him, "The stories say you don't harm women, is that true?"
Björn feigned as if sleep were tempting him, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Correct. I'll never take a woman if she does not want me."
The oldest of the women glanced between the two youngest, seeming to be the most wary. "You… you wont hurt us, do ye promise us that?"
Bjorn grumbled, how many times must he answer the same question? Practically slapping his own temple to rub away his frustration. "Are the lot of you my enemy? Are you a threat to me? Are you hiding a dagger in your undergarments?"
They glanced between themselves, then back at him as he stared through barely open lids. They shook their heads 'no.' "Then I promise you, I will not bring harm to you. If yer not my enemy, and not my bed mates, then I see no reason to touch the lot of you."
These women were all too comfortable now. All three of them were trembling in fear no more than ten minutes ago, and now that they knew his name, and had his word for their safety, they felt at ease. Perhaps I am too soft on women. He thought with an internal chuckle.
"The tales of your greatness have spread far and wide, even to lands you are not from. Bo called you a dragon, is it true you are really a dragon? One of those magnificent winged creatures of legend? Or do they just call you that?"
Björn raised a brow at them. "You don't have dragons where you're from?"
They shook their heads in unison. "No, we've only heard the stories about them."
"We've heard a lot about those creatures. They rule the sky and their power is mighty. We've never seen one before, in our lands they are considered myth."
"Myth you say?" Björn said. "I wouldn't consider them a myth. They are quite beautiful creatures, and in these lands they are greatly valued."
"So is it true, are you one of those creatures?" one of the women asked leaning closer to him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Are you a dragon like her cousin said?"
He looked at the eager expressions of the women, his brows raised in amusement. "You lassies don't fear meeting a dragon?"
They shook their head, "If they are like the tales say, yes. However, if they are like you, like your legends, no."
He groaned, sitting up and crossing his legs over one another. "The curiosity of mortals… it never ceases to amaze me."
To appease their curiosity and possibly ease their fear of himself and their situation, he would oblige their interest. He would not reveal his true draconic form to them, but he would at least give them a taste.
He exhaled, clenching his fists and forcing his body to begin a transformation he would not complete. His silver scales appeared all over his body, their shimmering light flickering from his flesh, and sharp curved horns grew from his scalp. His deep blue eyes slanted and a deep growl rumbled from his throat.
The women all gasped and flinched, moving away from his masculine figure that resembled a reptilian creature. The only thing he was missing were wings and a tail. Yet his body was covered in his glimmering scales and his dagger like nails were tapping against his knees.
His reptilian form was enough to frighten the women briefly, however it was quickly replaced by a child-like curiosity. Björn's kind were common in the mainlands. His father and kin had been warring with man for centuries: so how these women had only heard tales of his kin was strange.
How far away was their homeland?
With a slow exhale he retracted his scales and returned to his devilishly handsome appearance. With a strong and square jawline, high brows, long and sculpted nose: his face was designed by gods of beauty. His appearance dramatically resembled his father who was deemed incredibly attractive, and women fawned over them both like cats in heat.
Björn's navy eyes searched the women's expressions as he remained sitting up, trying to guess which thoughts were roaming through their mind. By the change in their gaze, he felt he knew exactly what it was they were thinking. Fear had left them, they were no longer the timid creatures left on his bed when they thought him to be an evil villain.
"Lassies, I do believe you are thinking what I am? Or am I merely imagining things?" he said low and soft, a slight smile on his lips as he peered into their matching brown eyes.
The women smiled in a sly manner, a blush creeping onto their cheeks. "Lord Björn, is it true about what else the rumors say?"
"About what?" he asked, watching as the women inched closer to him.
"They say a dragon is skilled in the sheets, that they, you, leave women completely satisfied?"
The three women wore a seductive gaze, their bodies so close to his he could feel the heat of them. As they approached he relaxed his body onto the bed for a third time that evening, watching them inch closer. The fickleness of mortals was another thing that could no longer surprise him. One of the women crawled into his lap, placing her hands against his chest and leaned closer to him, letting her breath tease his ear.
A lewd smile spread on his face, "Would you like to find out?"
"Aye." she murmured.