"No, I'm not dealing with the physical pain. However, this slight pain is nothing compared to the pain and fear I felt when I discovered you were not where you were supposed to be, and you could be hurt or in danger. If I can handle that, you can handle this," he reminded me gruffly.Guilt exploded through me once more, and the fight began to drain from my body. My mind had grown a bit cloudy. I wasn't thinking clearly despite the desperate need to understand the new sensations that I was feeling. It was as if there was a "drop" in my mind, and in this new place, I knew I would do almost anything Tohr wanted just to feel his approval once more. His hand came down on one cheek then the other in rapid succession, and I cried out once more as the tears welled up in my eyes and slowly began to fall."You have disappointed me, little one," he said. "I told you to stop, not because I didn't wish to come in your beautiful mouth. However, I wished to allow you a chance to come with me once mor
"Yes, thank you," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush as he continued to rub the flesh causing a whole different feeling to blossom."Umm... I… um…" I stuttered out, not sure what I was going to say anyway.My mind was flipping over and over again, going from one question to the next. Before landing on just one."Yes, my sweet. I know," he whispered, continuing to stroke me.-How can I feel this way after what just happened? - I asked in my head unable to bring myself to vocalize the words.-You are my mate. Your body is responding to my touch as it should. Plus-He gave my backside a light tap that sparked the pain slightly, but not enough to overwhelm me. Instead of hurting me, it turned me on more.-I think you like the pain a little. - He replied with a chuckle.The prudish side of me wanted to deny his claims. However, the very fact that I was growing wetter with each light smack forced me to admit he was right. He massaged my buttocks a bit more before spreading them wide. A finge
I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.The animal stomped its foot dangerously close to the man's foot. Then the animal whinnied and shook its head almost as if it were laughing at its handler who was cussing at the thershons.I couldn't help but laugh as well. Yes, Tohr's thershons was just like him through and through."His name is K'shons," Tohr commented as he stepped up to the window beside me.
I bit my lip before I said something mushy and embarrassing. However, I could tell by the look on Tohr's face that he understood the emotions that were swirling around in me."I feel the same, my little fyre," he stated, his eyes soft as he gazed into my face, almost like he wanted to memorize every inch of it.His affection reached out and surrounded me. I drew strength from it and allowed him to let me go. I hadn't realized I had been holding him so tightly until I had to remove my arms to let him go.I knew the Blue Draygons, and the Golden ones were on the border of war, and the knowledge that he was going to meet with his rival made me nervous.Or made him nervous…He was nervous, I realized, to meet with this king and was nervous to leave me. He was still feeling extremely worried about this "spy" that Erik was insisting was around. I could tell he was hiding their latest conversation about it from me, but whatever happened during it had exponentially tripled the anxiety he felt.
"Since men are dominant, they inherit property and businesses, not women. After the great war, it was quickly realized that there was a problem housing the widows or other women who did not and may never have a mate. So, this offered the women a chance. If they are unable to live at home any longer or no longer have one, they simply offer their skills to a warrior. This way, they would have a safe place to live until they find their mates," Erik explained."And if a woman does not wish to be under a warrior's control?" I asked for my own peace of mind."They are allowed to say no and even encouraged to if this doesn't make them happy. It's all about… well, consent, honestly. The women consent to allow the men this control. If they do not consent, then it doesn't happen. Or at least, it's not supposed to. However, as you can see… it also breeds a lot of abuse if we're not vigil."I nodded thoughtfully as I watched Tohr's group disappear into the woods and out of sight. My heart squeezed
"One such time was after a rather large skirmish between us and the Sororian Draygons. Tohr had gone with us and ended up severely injured while trying to save one of the smaller dragons from this particularly ruthless Draygon.""Why did Tohr go with you?" I asked curiously. "I can't imagine the King joining in on any battle.""Tohr's father once told him: 'Never send your subjects into a battle you are not willing to fight alongside them. It was his way of saying, don't sacrifice your men needlessly or die with them," Erik explained.It was exceptionally good advice, I agreed. Morbid, but good advice."Anyway, Tohr took a claw to his stomach. That's one of the softest parts of a Draygon, and it injured him severely. He was in a massive amount of pain and losing blood quickly."My whole body tightened in anxiety, and I felt sick to my stomach. Erik reached across the table and touched my forearm, trying to comfort me when he noticed how pale I had turned. I so desperately wished that T
"Nothing," he admitted with a smirk. "It just so happened that Treddian was getting back from his flyover and saw me falling. He almost overextended his wing joints to catch me. But he did and damn near literally bit Haris' head off afterward."I was absolutely horrified and appalled at those men, yet ever so grateful to Treddian for what he had done. It also explained why Erik trusted him so much, I realized."Good, god," I breathed out.Erik nodded. "Well to be, honest, there are tales of Draygons that have changed when they are under an extreme amount of stress," he pointed out."That's still completely stupid and reckless!" I shouted.Erik shrugged and waved it off. "It was long ago. I am, however, happy to see how well your lessons and the spell are working."I knew he was changing the subject, and I allowed it because I didn't want to ruin our dinner."Apparently, I have this odd ability to absorb information and, when I'm relaxed of course, I can call it up in a flash," I explai
"You are nothing, but a weak pile of flesh compared to the Draygonians. You are unworthy of the throne, and you do not belong here. I will not abide by your rulings no matter what, and I certainly will not be forced to accept the guards' sluts in my kitchen cooking my King's food."Synne gasped in shock. I looked over at her to see the shame in her face, and the indignant anger I felt for myself paled in comparison to my fury on hers and the other women's behalf. Without thought, my hand raised and came down across Alodia's face, the slap ringing through the silent room.I couldn't tell who in the room was more startled by what I had done. Me or anyone of the others. Alodia's golden-green complexion flamed pinkish until my handprint was melted into the fury of her scales."You… bitch!" Alodia screamed.She didn't actually say bitch. The word she used basically translated into "dirty, stupid, ugly, useless daughter of a pig-like creature". So, bitch was close enough of a translation in