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AGNARR. There is a fine line between showing I am interested in someone and being a little too intrigued, but I want Aslantha to know she is replaceable. Just like almost everyone is. I squeeze her ass and her eyes flash as she adjusts her position away from my cock. What a prude she is. “Let us dine,” I say, my gaze dipping on her fine breasts that are in perfect view. They are fine indeed. I want to fuck her, and I’m tempted to take her out of here and do just that… but it’s probably because I did not fuck last night. I need my daily dose of sex. She still annoys me even if I want to spread her legs and even now, she is giving me a glare as if she wishes to de-scale me inch by inch… I pull her plate closer as a slave places a plate of food before me. Xendaya slowly shifts on my right thigh, but with such a voluptuous behind, she is still pressing against my cock. “You are rather enjoyable to have on my lap,” I whisper into her ear. She turns her face towards me but seems to h
XENDAYA. That was something I did not need to witness… I was partially worried that he’d do something to hurt her, but at the same time, I didn’t know why I even came to check. If I intervened, he would have just attacked me… I don’t even know why it affected me. She is also his wife. His first wife. I’m the second one here… ‘How dare he!’ Shayara growls. I don’t have the energy to argue with her, not when she was team Dragon Dick up until now. ‘You are in time out, remember?’ I say before I shut her off, just wanting some peace in my mind. The fortress suddenly feels too small, and I change course, heading towards the exit of the castle. There are guards stationed here and there, but no one stops me. I’m almost at the front door, the moans and screams of the queen following me. They make me sick. I’m not sure what he is trying to prove, but she sounds like she’s in equal pain and ecstasy. He has no shame… these people are barbaric! I exhale, refusing to get worked up over scu
XENDAYA. We returned to the castle, and I first have a bath. I didn’t realise just how hot it was until I was bathing in the cool water of my bath. I didn’t take too long knowing Agnarr was on his way, and I didn’t want him to come in here whilst I was naked. I get dressed quickly and when I have just finished getting dressed, and Yorna has finished fussing with me, I sense his presence. I frown slightly, remembering what I saw earlier. If he wanted to make her jealous, then he shouldn’t have used me in that attempt. I don’t know what is going on between them, but they clearly like one another. I remain sitting, deciding I’ll also ask if he knows where the pouch Mom gave me is. Surely someone must know, and I don’t think anything gets past him. ‘You are looking for a fight.’ Shayara says. She’s silent and I’m grateful for it, but I know she is a little disheartened. ‘No, I am not. I simply want to know where the little package Mom gave me is.’ The door opens and there he stand
XENDAYA. I pull open the pouch and take out the little cloth-wrapped item inside. What is this? I’m not sure it’s been opened, as it’s still bound tightly with the string, but I’m sure he must have examined it. I doubt he’d just give me something without checking. He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t blame him for it, because I do hate him. ‘I hate him too.’ Shayara growls. I don’t know why him fucking Aslantha affected her so much, but it did. Unwrapping the item, I look down on an amulet of some kind. From the style and craftsmanship, I can tell it’s from the Sanguine Empire. It’s a dark antique silver metal wrapped around a ruby diamond in the centre. Flipping it over, I can see the inscriptions on the back. I read the words. Mom made sure we knew this language. An amulet that is said to grant a level of protection to the wearer. I smile softly. For Mom to give me this, just shows how worried she must have been, she isn’t the type to believe in protective magic or rely on them
AGNARR. The tension in the air is almost visible as the guests pour into my fortress throughout the afternoon. Perhaps they are here to find the weaknesses in my walls, or maybe they will try to attack me in my own home. Who knows? Surely one or two will betray me and I will betray a few, too. That is how things work. They are searched upon entry, but we all know there are many ways to achieve what we need to without the help of weapons, poisons or spells. They are all from different tribes, from all across the kingdom and of different elements. “King Agnarr, or as you are now called outside your lands, The Outlaw King.” Haizhar, an earth-dragon of one of the bordering lands, says as he greets me with a hug. “I am called many names. It is hard to keep up,” I reply as I sit back on my throne. He chuckles, taking a seat opposite me. The leaders of the tribes sit at my table, whilst their men join mine on the long tables below. To the side, there’s a group of entertainers, men si
XENDAYA. Chief Haizhar might just be one of those people you end up liking. He loves to talk, and even the dumbest person in the room would know he is anything but sly and cunning. He says things as he thinks them, even if some can be quite blunt. His fascination with Clair De Lune makes me enjoy talking about the kingdom even more. It is incredible how isolated the Dragons have remained from the other kingdoms, caught up in their own war. “So, you simply stroll down the road and can pluck a mango from the tree, and no one will want to chop your hand for thieving?” I smile. “In some places, yes, although mangos are rarer in the capital. As long as we aren’t stealing from the trees on other’s lands. You are an earth dragon. How is your land?” I ask. His jovial grin falters, and he sighs heavily. “Riddled with war, we are stuck between intense heat and intense cold. As earth Dragons, we can control the earth. I can make the ground beneath us open up, but it does not mean I can repl
XENDAYA. Dinner is over, and the chiefs are escorted to their rooms with women and wine. I’m certain some of them mentioned having wives… The way their minds work is beyond me… It’s so normal for them. “What is with that expression of annoyance, Wolf Princess?” Agnarr asks as we walk back towards my room. I hope he is simply dropping me off and not expecting something. He had insisted on dropping me off and I couldn’t refuse him when he asked so bluntly. “I was just wondering how those men have wives at home… does this not count as cheating?” I ask quietly, not wanting anyone to hear. Agnarr cocks a brow. “You mean fucking women on trips away from home? It is rather normal. Why? Do you not like it?” he smirks as Yorna and Hirelda open my doors and bow low to us. I step inside first and turn around, trying to block Agnarr’s entry. Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdom
AGNARR. I sit upon the highest roof of my fortress, staring out at the land that I call mine. Barren, dangerous and extremely hot. My people are tolerating this place despite its shortcomings. Perhaps one day soon I can move them to a better land. My mood is dark tonight. I do not know why I am disappointed; she did as I asked and showed respect before the chiefs; it is all; I was foolish to think there was more. But I did not disrespect her, yet she refused me. What is this? Where one cannot even bed his wife. Clearly, she-wolves are rebellious and do not show their men any respect. I frown, my irritation rising. I don’t know how much longer I will tolerate her disrespect. I know I said that I would not go to her, but that was before I gave her my blood. Now I wish to have a taste of her. Irritation ripples through me as her words replay in my mind. ‘Yes, yes you do…’ I disgust her… My eyes blaze as I glare down at the grounds, keeping my simmering anger reigned in. Her co