Draconess

Rey has five hand maidens by a large dresser, preparing him for the dinner to welcome him back. The Red Castle servants were all fussing with the King’s return. I note he is highly respected in Swendula, not so much feared, although that counted for some part of the respect.

Immortal King Rey was a good King, ironically, considering everything. I hadn’t thought about it much, because I was always rather scared of him. Now, we seemed to be friends… which was… nice? You’d think Rey would tend toward evil for his half-Vampyre blood, but he wasn’t a big fan of demonic tendencies. He was rather an ancient mind who preferred proving his worth by going against his very nature. A double ‘evil’ which made him ironically good to mortals? Who knew with Rey.

While the Kind is preened and pruned in his chamber, I sit on Lixar, upon Rey’s gothic bed. Still a great place to fuck.

Andoll was visiting Zarcar and I was ordered to pleasure the ‘guest’ who was still in my Venatores at the end of the day.

Lixar lies back now, hands behind his head as I ride his cock while glaring down at his face and grabbing his throat to squeeze and attempt to dispel his sadism with my own.

“Excuse me,” Lixar raises a brow and mimics my fairly common question, in order to mock me, right before he clasps both my wrists with both his hands and spreads my arms, jerking me down into his chest.

I face plant on his muscles, all built from years of training Torrent’s army.

Yep. Which meant; I’m fucking the enemy… and my servant when in war. That certainly wasn’t confusing.

But that’s the point, Rey wants me in Lixar’s ear, since he had Torrent in his.

Make Lixar bend to me. That’s what Rey wanted. Without saying it in words. Lixar could read thoughts and memories, not feelings, so I act on feeling now.

Even as he grabs my hips and starts fucking me from below so I don’t have to work.

I bite his chest and he groans at me, “Harder, birdy.”

I claw my nails into his arms and Lixar just pumps me down harder, rocking me up and down so fast my eyes wobble and my tits keep bouncing on his hard chest, smacking against him.

“Fuck you, Lix,” I hiss at him and Lixar spanks my ass once as he shoves me down, buries his dick deeper into my pussy and cums hard.

“You did fuck me, sweety, thank you very much,” Lixar then hugs me to him, pretending to be all cuddly. I try to pull off but after a few seconds of squeezing the breath out of me, Lixar tosses me aside just as fast and rolls off the bed to jump to his feet.

I lie on the edge of the bed, almost about to topple off while I stare at his body… which I hadn’t been bothered to really look at lately.

I hadn’t bothered to notice just how large Lixar had been building his frame, he was almost larger than Zarcar by this stage. Trying to impress someone, perhaps? To compete?

I start to smirk thinking it.

“I’m going to grab some wine, early, Rey,” Lixar mock bows to the Immortal King and then spins back to me, “We can hate fuck anytime, Chyronex, with Rey’s approval of course... the Immortal King,” Lix directs that edgy sarcasm to Rey as he leaves.

The moment Lixar has left while hopping into his pants, Rey steps away from the hand maidens tending to his presentation.

“Leave us,” Rey commands without emotion and the girls all scurry in a hurry. Without looking at me right away, Rey stares at the doors he must depart through very soon, to join the formal dinner, “Chyronex. You are forbidden from visiting Zarcar in his dungeon until his release tomorrow, he will serve his punishment without the luxury of your presence,” Rey turns to me now, he is wearing his formal attire. All black royal robes with shiny black boots. The laces look awfully tight, he is twisting one ankle now, testing it, “They did a terrible job,” Rey blinks, bored, from his boot towards me, “The mortals were too focused on you fucking that bloody Mystifyer. You understand why I imprisoned Lixar 7 years ago; he’s selfishness broods trouble. All Mystifyers are inherently selfish… except toward their Draconess, then they are generous… with words… and other things…” Rey waltzes towards me and I already stand, holding up my hand.

“Allow me,” I do a gracious drop to my knees in an over dramatic fashion, I pretend to ‘fall’ on my naked side and then I lean on one elbow, while my other hand lays on his boot, with the awkward laces. I pick them apart and Rey goes silent.

Rey enjoyed having power over others, which begged the question, “I know Mystifyers are selfish, my King, so why are you always telling Zarcar to sleep with other women… is it really for power?”

“…does it hurt you…?” Rey murmurs while I tug on the strings and fix them properly with two nimble hands now.

“No, it simply makes me thirsty for female blood… and I would rather not feel such inclinations for my own sex… you are the one commanding him otherwise. I’ve already killed an old friend from these games. Dear Salt…” I purse my lips, as I pat his fixed boot and rise back up to my knees, staring at his waist, “I regret it, Rey, I do not wish to kill innocent sweethearts who fall for my Mystifyers... are you trying to manipulate my feelings?” I clench my knees as Rey spins and walks off.

Apparently we are both ignoring each other’s lectures tonight. Okay.

“You’ll wear red tonight as my Queen, you can wrap the Torquem steel chain from Zar around your ankles, his possession of you comes second to mine,” Rey speaks so drab as he chooses a dress for me.

It’s red silk, it’s perfectly long enough to cover my ankles. I try not to roll my eyes. I stand as Rey hands me the dress and I glance towards his pool for bathing.

“Well, my King, I may just wash Lixar’s filth from me first,” I murmur, “And even then I am not hungry so I may decline the dinner –”

“Sit by my side and drink the wine, then,” Rey awkwardly stays a moment longer, his black eyes cracked through with that silver; which hinted at his demonic magic. He watches me like I am indeed a favoured pet, but he doesn’t need to say it, “I have someone you should like to meet.”

Oh, hell.

“Oh, really?” I ask, blinking through it.

“The Venatores isn’t balanced yet, Zarcar and Lixar are prone to murder each other if you favour one and hate the other… which you do incessantly… then Torrent is a one man army, completely unpredictable at this point,” Rey sniffs and stares me down as I drop the red dress onto the floor carelessly and make my way into the pool.

I do not wish to face him as I step into the water and kneel in it, facing the wall.

Do not say I have to woo another bloody warrior –

“I’ve found another edition for the Venatores.”

Great.

“I don’t believe that is necessary, my King,” my tone drips with venom as I wash under my arms and avoid the conversation.

Rey simply walks up behind me and slips a hand through my hair and around my neck, eventually pulling my head back, his fingers sprawled under my chin.

“You will not speak to me with that tone, Chyronex, I will turn you to dust otherwise. Has he failed to keep reminding you of my temper? Watch yourself,” Rey speaks of Zarcar, who used to always warn me to please Rey. To say yes. To obey.

I remember Zar’s teachings well enough.

“I apologise,” I murmur, “Is that better? What is the name of this new Mystifyer I am to please?”

“Not a Mystifyer, a Centaur. A very clever man.”

“A horse –”

“Does that displease you?” Rey leans down, smirking as he kisses my cheek and speaks over my face, amused, “You’ll love him. He’s quite the character.”

“I will not fuck a horse –”

“I didn’t say you had to,” Rey lingers by my neck and then rises, unhanding me just as quick, “Not everything is about sex, Chyronex. You bloody whore,” as he turns and flicks his coat aside, stalking away with a smile, I am left gaping from his dark humour.

“Sex is the only reason I stay in this Venatores,” I hiss out, “Immortal King.”

“Is it?” Rey halts with his hand on the chamber door, “I wouldn’t have guessed,” he chuckles as he leaves, “You’re young and stupid, I know how to manipulate you, Chyronex, sex is all you worry about at this age… even your silly Empress fantasy is a sex fantasy… I know your deepest desires, Draconess,” Rey teases me with a genuine smile, losing some of his complete demure royalty.

Still, even as I blush with his words, I also glare at the door as he shuts it.

Damn Hellfire, Rey was infuriating.

A Centaur?!

Okay… I thought a Venatores was… Dragons.

And Cenaturs, like Vampyres; were demons. The bad kind.

The kind I had an instinct to kill.

Great. Another man I would like to kill yet would be commanded not to.

Just what I needed. Resilience training.

Rey was a mad man.

And I kind of liked that… just a little bit.