Draconess

I missed my Onyx tower in the centre of Uldaya. I missed my red, crimson bed sheets, silk with velvet pillows. I missed my black dresses and black ribbons. My comb, my hair clips, my fire place and my bath. I missed my freedom, more so now that I… that I…

I hated myself for thinking it. I hated myself for wanting it.

Attention.

I wanted and now craved Torrent in a way that scared me.

I loved Zarcar deeply and 3 years had put a strain on our bond… whatever of it was left…

Now, this cold and boring dungeon was forcing me to think. About everything. While Andoll eventually sat as her ghost beside me, humming tunes and singing to herself, yet I could not avoid… everything constantly breaking and shattering my longing heart.

No wonder I had become addicted to ale, sex and drama. I was avoiding responsibility.

In this dungeon, I was forced to become more self-aware of how far I had strayed from my original mind… and my once intact dignity. I was quietly determined to return to who I was. I was better than what I had become, and although the road back to a whole heart would be painful… I just had to find a way to endure until it was over.

I smell liquorice and liquor and leather.

“Are you reciting poetry, now?” I drawl, bored. I turn to Andoll, but she has flew away into my locket. I hold it closed and sigh… until I hear boot steps…

A patrol or perhaps…

…a visitor.

“Are you talking to yourself, Chyronex?” Lixar!

Lix was Zar and Tor’s cousin. Yet another Mystifyer. He was also a part of my very unique Venatores. A normal Venatores only had one Mystifyer breed. Immortal Vampyre King Rey, made sure I knew only unique power, however, 3 years ago when I was in Swendula.

I blush, thinking of Lixar’s old obsession with my tits. Zar, Lix and Rey had shared me occasionally.

I glance up now, seeing the dashing Sorcerer up close for the first time in 3 years. I had spied Lix from afar in Uldaya, but now he turns into my cell bars and watches me closely with a curious hazel tinted gaze.

Lixar’s black hair has grown past his ears and he looks devilish. He’s grown well into a 2nd in command for Torrent.

“Oh, hello, Lix,” I speak politely, jumping to my feet and waltzing to the cell bars.

Lixar watches me through them as I come up, holding the iron with tight palms, pressing my forehead to the metal, “Why, you do smell like liquorice, liquor and leather.”

Lixar’s mouth is curving… as he tries to stop laughing, but eventually, he breaks out into a grin.

“Chyronex. Blood on your knees. Dirt on your gown. Black, sleepless eyes. Weak, little hands. In a dungeon. What the hell have you been doing?”

“Drinking. Fucking. Dying,” I joke and chuckle with him, holding out my hand, Lixar grabs it between his palms and rubs warmth into my cold palm, “You came to save me…?” I whisper, biting my lip, hoping I can seduce him into helping me, at least.

Lixar winks but shakes his head, “No.”

“Oh?”

“I came to gloat, darling,” Lixar is brutally honest, before adding, still the truth, “All in all, I’ve hated you more and more every day for 3 years… I heard all the tales of your tavern adventures… and I was…” he pauses.

“Jealous?” I ask, finishing it for him.

“Aye. Jealous you didn’t come to me for consolation,” Lixar meets my eyes, “You know I can read your mind. You know that I know your struggle with Z –”

“Please, don’t,” I cut Lix off, pulling my hand from both of his, “I’d rather speak of such things after and when I’ve resolved them.”

“Then stop whoring about and do something,” Lixar growls at me, but eventually contains himself and rolls his eyes, “You’re young.”

“Ah… yeah… I am… and you’re ancient… in comparison,” I pace around my small cell, slowly feeling my mind going crazy, “I want to fly and eat. When will Torrent release me?”

“When do you think?” Lixar asks, in a low growl, “Maybe when you straighten up.”

“He fucked me, you know, last night,” I twirl to Lixar with a smile, “Shame it wasn’t two cocks, one in my pussy, one in my ass… something to really make me scream loud…”

I head back to the cell bars, staring hard into Lixar’s amused gaze.

“I never thought I’d see you so desperate. It doesn’t suit you, Chyronex.”

“Fuck you –” I snarl.

“Commander.”

Lixar and I turn to see our new company.

Torrent has appeared, dressed in his navy blue and grey robes.

“My King. I just wanted to check on Chyronex and see if I could… calm her… if she needed the guidance,” Lixar responds.

Torrent gazes between Lixar and I, for some time, he thinks deeply.

“…the little Viperae may have enjoyed too much attention a long time ago… but now she is under my guidance, her execution nulled. But in return…” Torrent turns to me, “You will prove yourself worthy.”

“Oh, honey… I’m worthy of all the Mystifyers in existence worshipping me and my pussy… I live for conquering Kings…” I shake the cell bars, “I don’t live for dungeons,” I hiss, “Can someone let me out? Please?”

“Commander, please, give us some time,” Torrent orders Lixar and he nods back.

“See you around,” Lixar looks me up and down, shaking his head as he turns to leave.

My heart aches for the company and I push my arm through, reaching out to the air.

“I miss you already, Lixar dearest!” I whine, pouting as I slowly face Torrent.

He approaches my bars and sighs deeply, exasperated and frustrated that he has to deal with me, it seems.

“Chyronex,” Torrent begins, watching me pull back and pace my cell, “Do you know why I put you in here?”

“To reflect on how much I hate my life.”

“To simply reflect, is more accurate,” Torrent growls over me, “You are the most broken Draconess I have ever fucked.”

“Great observation,” I pause with my back to Torrent, licking my lips, wondering how this conversation will end. I spin on my heel, raising my chin, I look him in the eyes and I will him to understand… that without me speaking, there is a complex story raging to be told. Yet I could not.

“What happened to the old Chyronex?” Torrent asks, losing the rough edge to his tone. He asks me gently.

I gulp.

“You never knew me.”

“I did, briefly. And if my brother ever loved you, it’s because you were in-line and obedient around him. I heard everything about you from Zarcar himself. How you had a bright mind, a sharp tongue but an astounding trust… for your very own captor. You handled yourself well, despite your situation at the time. Naïve and witless.”

“Well, that’s a bit harsh, I am not witless –”

“What are you besides a whore now?” Torrent drawls brutally, “Until you give me a reason to believe you’re more than a Draconess to fuck, you’re not leaving this cell. I came here to pass on this information, as I’ll allow Lixar to also have access to use you like a toy… if you insist on being such a succubus… I can give you what you desire…” Torrent is a smart ass after all that… huh… very, very interesting.

“How do I prove otherwise, if I’m only allowed to roam a 15 foot cell,” I murmur.

“Until you stop acting so childish, you’ll be treated as a nuisance only,” Torrent is tight on his words, his tone dropping once more, “Do you understand my meaning, Chyronex?”

A simple reaction would be a nod, or a ‘yes, your highness.’

But I had a job to do, and that was saving Andoll from a life living on the spirit plane.

So, I let my eyes roll over Torrent’s body, my gaze hot and heavy, “I’d say, King Tor, that you would enjoy me staying a Draconess whore, used as easy access… I’d even say, you’d hope for such an answer,” I pout again and look up to see Torrent’s jaw locked, his eyes glaring.

“That is your choice,” he snaps.

“Oh, but it was your choice to arrive naked last night –”

“It was my choice not to execute you, you are now a prisoner of my Kingdom until you prove –”

“Prove what? That I’m a respected lady deep down? I’m a demoness, you’re a demon… you understand… don’t you?! We live for killing, burning and slaughtering the bad demons of the underworld. And we delight in pleasures of the flesh. Sadistic things, Tor. Zarcar… your delicious brother… he knew how to make me submit… I enjoyed being a slave… deep down… I enjoyed the depravity and the fire in his gaze when he ravaged me… when he silenced me… when he taught me everything I know now,” I look down… at Torrent’s hardening cock.

“Like I said. Your. Choice,” Torrent spits the words out, trying to ignore my own brutal honesty.

I smirk and start to spin, while thinking.

“Draconess… warrior… nuisance… or… pretty King’s whore... I choose…” I twirl around on the spot, “Getting whatever I want. Whenever I want. So, all. I choose all.”

I mean so much by that statement and when I stop spinning with my arms above my head… I face Torrent… but he’s gone.

I run to the bars and I look at his back, retreating down the dungeon corridor.

“…if you leave me in here! You’re the one choosing me to be a whore!” I yell out after him, manipulatively.

Torrent pauses in his strides.

But then he keeps going, about to round the corner… Torrent quickly looks up and shoots me a menacing glare. His silver eyes pierce me through with passionate and specific thoughts… all lurking underneath and within.

I don’t know what exactly those thoughts are. But I do know one thing.

Torrent will be back.

I’ll just never be able to anticipate his own steps forward into taming me. Or the direct response he’ll have to my whining and persistent disrespect.