Draconess

The next morning, I stand in front of Zarcar’s door, the little-big castle surrounding my Moon tower no longer looks to me like a cage. Now, it looks like a protective fortress of my prized and favourite crumbling old tower in Swendula.

I had spent the night with Rey, doing – oh you know – the usual. It got a little too romantic so we decided to fuck each other without looking at one another too deeply.

So, after eye-contactless fucking for most of the night, I was ready to see the rest of my Venatores.

I’ve picked up the heavy iron knocker, and banged three times.

On the first, I hear an echo of an excited squeal.

I await dressed in my revealing silver ribbons, as thumping representing the sound of harsh and brutal running, comes harshly for the innocent door.

My hands are clasped behind me, excited to see the company.

“QUEEN!”

I hear her before I see her.

Andoll bursts through the door – but instead of running into my spread arms, she goes bolting down the street with a boot she swiftly shoves between her teeth.

Lixar is in tow, running after her with one boot on.

“Evil creature!” Lixar calls out after her, while stopping briefly to squeeze one tit caressed by ribbons – as if that was our handshake, “We’ll speak later,” he’s breathless in my ear as he runs after the crazy Andoll.

I fix my ribbons back in place and I walk inside, ignoring all that.

Zarcar’s fancy place smells smoky and masculine as ever. I have a knowing he is in his sorcerer’s bedroom, where he would be.

I head up that way after slamming the front door shut.

“Oh, Warlord!” I sing song as I skip up the steps, my knees visibly bruised from all sorts of positions I was pushed into by Rey, but I don’t care.

I flounce my way to Zarcar’s bedchamber and I stand in the entry, looking around… to find him laying in bed, asleep on his back, completely naked aside from the sheet tossed around his lower half.

The fires rage a nice heat from the wall dedicated to burning logs the size of full trees. I tip toe closer, biting my lower lip as I see Zarcar in such a vulnerable state. His brown hair is messy but perfect, his skin is so tan it’s nearing a dark bronze from all the time spent in the sun. I feel my nostrils flare, as his scent drives me a little crazy in my head.

I was going to play a prank, but instead I find myself crawling onto the bed, and pulling aside the sheet to kiss his beautiful semi-hard cock.

My lips press to the familiar shaft and the head gently – and the cock rises to meet the challenge. I slip my greedy tongue around and I bob down, salivating all over him.

Zarcar’s head moves up from the pillows, and my eyes roll up to meet his as I suck him in deeper – feeling a pulse of fresh blood flow hard through his dick, causing it to stretch out even further.

“Good morning. This is how it should be, every time I wake up,” Zarcar relaxes back, hands behind his head, murmuring quietly to himself, “My wife, with her lips locked around my cock.”

At that reference, I pop off the head, and swiftly roll and jump from the bed, stretching my arms above my head – while a feeling and look of shock settles across Zarcar’s once relaxed features.

“Bath time,” I whisper, to myself, as I run over to his empty bath and I jump inside, pretending there’s water to bathe in.

I hide below the rim, and pretend to disappear.

My ears prick up as I wait for a sign that Zarcar has risen to chase me down.

“Chyronex,” Zarcar is scolding, and I feel my cheeks heat with his frustration.

“Is there a problem?” I call out, coy.

“Get back here and finish what you started – or I’ll let you make a close acquaintance with my favourite belt,” Zar is clearly serious, as his tone rumbles through his chambers, where he is most powerful.

I sit up and I drape my arms over the rim, letting out a genuine pout, “Oh, well… I better…” I flick my eyes to the exit, “I better run away then.”

Hahaha…

Zarcar says nothing, but he does watch me carefully.

As I watch him now.

I assess his meaning and his intent – how far would he push it.

When I smile, he doesn’t – so I focus on his black pitless eyes and I… I decide it is time to leave.

Whether I get up now and go to him or not, he’s going to punish me regardless.

I’ve hesitated too long to obey my demonic lover and Keeper.

I look away to distract him as I prepare to sprint, but first I have to step out of the bath without looking suspicious.

“Lovely weather this morning,” I sweetly start to say, as one leg comes out of the bath, and I twirl my draping ribbons from my wrists, around my forearms and into my palms – so I can run without tripping.

“…claudo… viperae…” Zarcar murmurs – and as I take a step toward the exit, and his bed – the doors slam shut on their own, and lock into place – letting out an echo of dark possessive male magic.

“You locked me in,” I state the obvious, my nervous breath is fluttering out of my constricted lungs as I turn to giggle at him – to try and supplicate him – but Zarcar is already standing and already reaching for a quick belt on the floor.

“Those who play with me, come to find a quick and obvious lesson,” Zarcar straightens up, while I back off into the shadows, and the windows – which are shut but not impossible to open.

I just had to burn them and smash through.

“And what is that?” I ask – just as Zarcar straightens the belt between his fists and causes a crack to cut the air, and my ear drums, “Oop,” I squeak and dance a little on the spot upon my toes, until I’m swiftly behind a pillar, while Zarcar approaches to intercept.

“Don’t bother to play in the first place, Queen, kneel if you know you deserve the belt from your Keeper’s hold,” Zarcar warns me to obey quickly before he appears.

I consider lunging to the windows one last time, but I also swear incoherently under my breath as I quickly kneel on the hard tiles, my bruised knees immediately in pain as I submit to him at the last moment.

I wish to.

Ah – yes, I simply wish to deescalate the emotion… the passion in him.

I keep my head down as Zarcar steps in front of me. I tense up as the curled leather belt taps under my chin, and turns my face upward as he stands above.

“Deep,” Zarcar’s only drawled guidance, as he tosses the belt over my shoulder and it clatters on the ground. I open my mouth and I take his cock back into my warm wet lips – as I suck him back further, Zar watches me the entire time, “Don’t pull off – deeper, as deep as you can go,” he knows it’ll eventually gag me, but I roll my eyes up and I show him just how deep I can take it without failing. I push my head down quickly, opening the back of my throat to his girthy cock – while Zarcar abruptly grabs my hair into a pony tail, wraps it around his fist and keeps me there – his balls pressed warm against my chin, “Suck down,” Zarcar speaks, “If you want to breathe, ask me with your eyes, make them sweet for me. I know what I’m looking for, Chyronex…”

I can’t breathe, and I’m already starting to choke a little, but he just holds me steady.

I quickly roll my eyes back up and I try to look sweet.

I have to hold my Warlord’s gaze for a good twenty seconds, of him judging me and waiting for some tears to gather, before Zar jerks me back off his cock to watch me gasp in my first breath in far too long.

“Evil –” I croak out, glaring up at him.

“So what,” Zarcar waits for me to get in one shaky breath, and then he pulls me back on top, this time thrusting while he uses my hair as a leash.

Every so often Zar lets me breathe – but he does enjoy shoving his cock in deep, staying still and watching my tears leak. When he speeds up, I know he’s decided to cum first – and he does so by pulling out and emptying his massive load onto my face.

I blink through the hot spurts of cum and Zar immediately turns to walk off.

“You’re so rough with me for no reason,” I whine and lie, as I sit on my butt and cross my legs, using my ribbons to rub the excessive cum off from my cheeks, licking up some drops from the corners of my mouth, “Where are you rushing away too?” I watch him reaching for his Warlord uniform – and hurrying to put it on.

“I have soldiers to train-up on their swordcraft,” Zarcar laughs robustly, without looking at me, “You can stay here today, sweetheart – I know, I’m so generous with your behaviour,” he laughs again, this time at his own inside joke – as he exits.

I don’t get it. But whatever.

“…I haven’t cum,” I whisper under my breath, seeing the empty space my Warlord has left – ignoring my pleasure completely.

He’s gone. Leaving me alone.

That was generous?

“Draconess Chyronex.”

Behind me, to the right.

“Oh, fuck,” I spin and crawl backwards in terror from the darkest shadow towering over me – appearing from the deep shadows of this chamber, “As?” I snap as I get my breath back, wiping my face a bit more hurriedly to clean myself off as I talk to him, “I nearly had a heart attack! My heart can’t take that kind of approach; total silence.”

Asmodeus doesn’t seem concerned for my state on the ground, especially as he drawls, “You can stay right there, my Queen – you’re in a perfect position,” As doesn’t even suggest it with humour.

I avoid staring between his horses’ half and instead I quickly jump to my feet, pointing at the serious faced, determined looking Prince of Hell, “Listen here,” I hiss, “In my dreams is the only place – but in this realm, never, I would rather die first than fuck a…” I trail off quick, blushing a mad red as Asmodeus trots on forward and steals the breath from my lungs as he stands right above to look down on me in pleasure.

I stare up, gulping down my words.

“Good morning,” Asmodeus speaks low, but of nothing controversial, “How is Rey?”

I lick my lips, “Fine,” I lie.

“Really, little liar,” Asmodeus drawls even deeper, he’s protective but in a way that rage does not touch him.

I would hate to see what angers actually means to this man; horse-man. I mean Centaur.

“Mmm, yes, he’s fine,” I sound even less convincing this time, as my voice tapers off into a guilty croak.

“The Immortal King has disappeared, where to, I ask his Queen,” Asmodeus asks me so straight, it’s not even a question.

“After I… fucked him,” I speak it like it’s forbidden to As, “I uh – well, you see, I’m the Empress – I never agreed to give that up.”

“Rey,” Great, Asmodeus is down to one word.

He doesn’t want the fluff.

Nor the reason.

“Chained up with garlic,” I shrug, “In his bedchamber.”

“I checked his bedchamber –”

“Under the large gothic bed, behind the chests hidden under there,” I try to explain more, but Asmodeus puts his hand on my cheek, cupping it.

“It was a pleasure speaking,” Asmodeus blinks once and fades into the shadows, leaving me breathless again.

For a Centaur that casually ripped the limbs off civilians like snacks – he sure knew how to act level headed.

Now that I am alone, I try to leave the room.

The door.

The windows.

But I am spelled in – an invisible force field.

It’s only possible to be this strong against my own magic, in this sorcerer’s haven.

“Damn you, Zarcar, you handsome loving man of my dreams,” I hiss and I sigh as I walk around every wall, looking for a secret way out.

It was heavy stone laid upon heavy stone.

All around me.

I couldn’t leave – and I couldn’t escape.

I want to cry tears of pity at the boring day ahead, but I whisper to myself as I simultaneously find the answer, “What do I do now?” I ask aloud, as I stare at the bed.

Huh.

Sleep.