Roscrow's Entertainment

Author's Note: The thing about Roscrow is that he's been my mental lover since I was... 10? He had a different name, and a slightly different attitude, but the same body, black hair, black eyes, and was always overwhelmingly dominate in everything he did. In the past, he had no problem taking what he wanted, but as of late, his personality has changed to only taking if the chick wants it. He always makes sure they want it. If they say "no," then it kills his boner. Usually. Sre was an exception which is actually explained in the book. But anyways, this here is just a little something only for your eyes. It won't be in the book, which means only you folks are going to know about this. He's the sterotypical man whore who finds his "one" and changes his ways. But this here actually has a hint in the book so when you folks get to read the whole thing, you can all smile and feel so smug that you know exactly what happened. Also, if you click on my profile, you'll find another little surprise about Sre. *winkwink* Also, Roscrow's mine! *stuffs him in her mental closet* Is it obvious I was writing this story more or less with one hand? XD







Roscrow stood in the hall, finding a dark spot that he managed to tuck his lean, long frame into. He had his shoulder resting on the cool rock, arms crossed comfortably over his powerful chest. His black eyes were lidded, like a lazy panther waiting for his prey to walk by.

It was the middle of the day outside the mountain, so most of the trainees were out practicing with mock battles on dragonback. The hall was mostly empty. A few trainees had the day off for whatever reason, sick dragons, or injuries.

The door to the communal shower room for the females opened, a stream of steam pouring out into the hall, curling in the cool air before it disappiated.

The young trainee strode out, shaking her head, her short hair sticking up in wet spikes. She'd wrapped her towel tightly around her body so she could change in her room since it was too steamy in the shower room dispite all the fans and ventilation shafts. She walked barefoot down the corridor, not worried about getting dirty since the place was scrubbed spotless every day.

She gasped when she heard a rumble to her side, glancing over to where the sound had come, her neck having to crane up to stare into the glowing eyes. She immediately noticed his rank symbol on his dragonscale jerkin. Her hazel eyes flicked back up to his black glowing ones. The hungry predatory gaze made her shiver, and she couldn't hold her eyes up, opting to stare at the wall instead.

"C-Can I help you, Commander, sir?" she asked quietly, offering a half hearted salute.

"Perhaps." His voice was a rumble. He unfurled himself with a rustle, standing straight and taking the few steps that separated them slowly, like he was stalking her.

The trainee pressed herself up against the wall, suppressing a squeal. Roscrow leaned over her, resting his elbow against the wall above her head, allowing her no escape.

A smug smile tugged his lips when she was unable to meet his gaze. Exactly what he was looking for. "Do you have anything important to do today?" His voice was like dark silk.

He could tell the trainee was trying to think of something, any thing, to say to him. His eyes lazily peered down her lean body, covered in the towel, confidently roaming back up to her face. She couldn't think of any thing, really. She'd been hoping for a quiet day to do some reading while her dragon nursed its injured paw.

A small gasp escaped her when she felt the large, warm hand of the commander reach under her towel. His long, calloused finger ran along her slit, causing her breathing to quicken, her heart pounding in her chest.

Finally, she managed to gasp a "No, sir." It was nothing more than a breath.

She shivered when she heard the rumble in his chest, like a panther purring with truimph over a kill. "Are you sure about that?"

Her jaw clenched when she felt his finger again slide along her slit. She felt a heat in her face as her cheeks flushed brightly, realizing that she was already moist. The smugly confident expression on Roscrow's face made her wetter still. She didn't even understand why. She wanted to claw at his face, scream, and run away. She already had a love interest, a private who'd just graduated his training and was out on ballista duty. But the commander's overwhelming dominating presence left her knees too weak to run, her whole body tingling, her heart pounding.

Roscrow knew very well she was enjoying his touch. He could feel the wetness of her on his finger. It was even starting to run down her thigh. It was exactly how he liked it, a submissive woman turned on by his purely male dominance. Had she held his gaze when she was walking by, he wouldn't have bothered with her.

He stood straight, drawing away from her, but his eyes stayed on her, unblinking. "I do believe you were headed to your room," he purred.

With a shudder, she slipped by him, her head slightly hunched down, feeling his powerful presence behind her. She almost felt too weak to walk, ashamed of how slick her thighs were.

She jumped when she heard the door close behind her, felt his eyes bearing down on her.

"Take it off." His voice was a low growl, not allowing any disobiedence.

With a shudder, she slowly let the towel slip to the floor. She couldn't hold back a soft moan when she felt his fingertips run lightly up her spine. She gasped when his hand tightened around the back of her neck, spinning her around and wrenching her against his body, his lips on hers with a punishing, dominating kind of passion.

He could feel his blood burning, the pressure in his groin pulsing hotly, begging to be let out of his leather pants. He could feel her body melt into him, her hips pressing against him. He used that against her, his other hand running down her softer body, tweaking a nipple, drinking her moan, and further down, his fingers running over the hard little bud hidden in the folds of skin between her legs. Her thighs were slick, her hips grinding against his hand.

She let out a squeak when he slipped his finger into her hot opening, pulling up, forcing her onto her tip toes. His other hand still held the back of her neck firmly, not allowing her any way of escaping his lips.

She gasped for air when he broke the kiss at last, pulling his dragonscale jerkin over his head. His muscles twitched at feeling her slender hands touch his hard, hairless torso, tracing his powerful muscles, running up to his chest. She'd never felt such a body, such a build. She found herself wanting to see all of him. Her hands went down to his pants, tugging the belt loose and pulling at his zipper, his pants falling down to his ankles.

His eyes narrowed when she took his throbbing member into her hand. He certainly wasn't about to let her have her way. He snatched her wrists, taking a step and falling back onto the bed. She squealed quietly when he drew her down, making her stradle his lap. He twisted her arms behind her back, holding them there lightly so as to not cause pain.

She gasped, moaning deeply when she felt him at her opening, pulling her down further, slipping deep into her slick heat. He held both her wrists in one hand, the other wrapping around the back of her neck, drawing her to his lips again. She whimpered and moaned as he used his arm around her body to set the pace.

He then leaned back against the wall, thrusting his hips up with sharp, powerful movements, making her cry out, feeling the heat he created under her bellybutton spread through her whole body.

He drove into her, stabbing deeply, moving perfectly to force all the shameful, primal sounds out of her. He smiled to see her body writhe and grind over him, his thoughts wandering to someone else he had every intention of forcing the same sounds out of when he found her.

She panted and moaned and cried out, her body moving and writhing and squirming with every intense wave of esctasy that shuddered through her being. She could hear him grunt and growl everytime her walls constricted tightly around him, causing her to become even more aroused.

Pressure built in his lower region, his hips moving faster as he felt the throbbing grow more urgent. He sat up, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he brought her down hard, feeling her shudder, letting out a deep moan. "Oh, commander...."

She could feel him pulse deep inside her, spurts of intense heat making her squirm and pant. He growled darkly, his body shuddering.

Feeling relieved, he took a moment to gain back his breath, letting her lean her head against his shoulder. She was exhausted, mumbling something as he carefully laid her back onto the bed. The only way he had known that one was hers were the clothing that had been laid out neatly at the foot of it.

He stood up, pulling his clothes on. He picked up all the clothes that had fallen on the floor and laid them neatly back on the bed. With that, he closed the door quietly behind him, striding down the hall, nodding casually to a small group of female trainees as they scurried down the hall behind him, giggling amongst each other once they'd past him. He heard one of them speak loudly right as he turned down the corridor and onto the walkway, "Wake up sleepy head!"