The dragon reached the capital before the fastest raven. It was in the early hours of the morning, and the massive creature was spotted approaching the city. There was fear but no panic, mainly hope. Those bold enough gathered around the capital's main square, including the Queen. She had her hair styled in a braided updo, adorned with a gold, leaf-patterned tiara. Her gown, rich, dark with golden embroidery that adds a touch of luxury as befitted a queen. The bodice is fitted, with gold patterns, while the sleeves are long and form-fitting, ending in delicate cuffs. And though her presence was acknowledged it wasn't given the attention due to it's majesty. Not that she cared. She didn't notice. Her fingers twitched imperceptibly as she watched the massive dragon descend. Joyful commotion erupts, but it seems distant to her, like a whisper carried away by the wind. Then her eyes alight on him.
The sketch of a smile spreads across her lips. He stands. Smiles back at her. Her heart skips a beat or two or three. She stands there motionless, as the jubiliating crowds mill all around her, a statue of perfection at the centre of the hurly-burly of the main square.
The king came down and approached her. They shared a long, desperate kiss, his hand in a compromising position. Those in the know were surprised, those who didn't know didn't think much of it. They saw it as a son and mother been overwhelmed by the feelings of a near loss. They didn't even notice the queen's obvious discomfort of the display.
The king turned and declared a day of celebration. All taverns and inns were to prepare a feast for everyone until their last supply, lasting until the next sunrise. The declaration was met with an even louder cheer. This is why they love him. He might be ruthless to those he considers enemies but to his people he shows care and love. He takes care of them more than they have rights to.
Amidst the cheers he turned and led his mother back up the hill, escorted by the knights, a beautiful young woman with beautiful strands of green hair, and a fit naked druid woman who had been a massive dragon few moments ago. Inside, some of the knights were instructed to escort the druids to vacant rooms and the rest were dismissed. The mother and son seemed in a desperate haste while trying to maintain composure as they rushed up the great stairs; then down the hallway to the King's room. They were barely inside when they began kissing with terrible hunger and fire, hands traveling all over, groping and tearing fabric. He had lifted her, hands firmly on both cheeks, and slammed her against the door before she noticed they weren't alone. Her heart lurched with panic, her mind racing faster than her breath.
The dark elf was non-chalant, even when ice froze her feet as she stood. The king noticed what was happening and immediately stopped the queen from going further. He turned and regarded the elf silently, he seemed to have forgotten about her until now. He motioned for the Queen to unfreeze her legs. She gave him a questioning look but immediately proceed to do as he said. The ice turned to small puddles of water around the elf's feet. The feet could be pale, but it was hard to tell against her skin color.
"...you were suppose to be on your knees" he finally said
"...you've made your point" the king thought she must have said, the words heavily slurred and seemed foreign to him.
"And you yours" the king said, "of what use is a slave that doesn't obey?"
The word slave made her face twitch involuntarily but she did nothing. Said nothing.
"Have Nadia get you a healer and your next instructions" the king said after awhile, and turned away from her.
She bowed slightly, and started leaving, barely any signs that her feet was frozen few moments ago. She was given a second chance, probably her last but that's why she stood up at the last minute in the first place. She needed to know the kind of king he was.
"You are just going to let her go?" his mother asked, a bit surprised.
"It's fine," he said, taking her hand and drawing her close to him. Her body collided against his, and soon her lips. The hunger was back, the passion doubled, and soon they found themselves on the floor, forgetting the dark elf was yet to leave.
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I woke up for the fourth time that day in the evening. When I had woke up the third time I sent a message to send 200 knights to Verde, not because I expect any unrest or think any of the rebels to still be around, but to solidify my authority. A continual reminder of my presence at this sensitive time. And after that we resumed fucking.
This time around I doubt we would. Mother was deep in sleep, naked and uncovered by the soaked sheets, and I have other things to attend to.
[Name : Daran Dragonhart]
[Class : King]
[Level : 11]
[Attack : 85 ]
[Defense : 98 ⇧ 3 ]
[Strength : 79 ]
[Agility : 79]
[Stamina : 87 ⇧ 3]
[Skills: Appraisal; Copy; Water arts; Grimoire ; Blood arts; Mana arrow; Presence; Resist]
There's a +3 to my Defense and Stamina since the last time I checked. With the kind of pains I went through it feels rather insulting, and not even enough to compensate for the unexplained extra week I lost. That's -12 further down against Amara. It's probably worse than that because I doubt she would be stagnant.
I got down from bed, conscious of the feeling of dry cum on the full length of my semi hard cock, but i did well to try ignoring it. Bath can wait a few hours more.
I walked to my wardrobe and picked out some casual wear. After dressing, I made my way down to the city dungeon, accompanied by just two knights. Upon reaching, I left the knights outside and entered into the dungeon alone. It was an arched hallway that extend into the distance. Heavy iron-barred cells secured with massive locks, just like the one at the end of the hallway, lined up both sides. Dim lanterns mounted on the stone pillars between the cells were doing a great job of keeping the darkness away but just enough to make it gloomy.
"Hello" I began. Faces poked out of the cells even the ones further down. "You shouldn't be alive, none of you should, but you are because I find you appealing enough to make you mine, despite the fact that you are enemies. The proposal is simple, join my palace as women of the king with all its luxuries and freedom, or step forward--" Boom! The locks on the cells busted open making many to yelp back in alarm. "and I will grant you the honor of death, quick and painless."
There was silence. I walked around, then stopped at the strongest of them so far. A Valkyrie. That's new. Most of her skills look like that of a warrior. Is it a special class, or female version of a warrior? It would make sense because her body does not reflect the strength she has, but I'm pretty sure Vojnka is warrior. Maybe Vojnka is male? Or...
"No takers?" I asked her. There were two others in the cell with her. Younger versions of herself. Their scent was of perfumed sweat and their cloths too clean for those who have been locked up for over two weeks. I want to fuck everybody but this one in particular, the Valkyrie, I want by my side.
"So slaves?" she asked
I chuckled. "If I want you as slaves, you would be in chains, the continent laws be damned." I said, "but stay with me and there would be no difference between you and a queen." I offered my hand.
She held my gaze, there was hate, but she was smart enough to identify a hopeless situation and this was the best she could get and for that she took my hand.
Of course I was not conceited, I knew she would stab me in the heart if she gets the chance, but I think the same for everybody, whether I killed your husband and take your lands or I fathered your first child, anyone could stab me, but sometimes even poisons can be useful, you just need to know how.
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Jerid Kane urged his horse ahead with all desperation when he heard the rumors of the king being alive. He spurred the steed even harder when the rumors were confirmed to be true. The feet of the Drakorian bred was battered, and when it collapsed out of exhaustion and wear, off the forests of Mercer, Kane continued on foot till he reached the secluded outskirts where his mother lives. He had no doubt the king would come for him but he didn't think it would be this soon.
"Mother!" he burst through the door, nearly wrenching it from its hinges. "Mother!"
"Stop shouting I'm not deaf!" A frail, old woman shuffled into the room. Age has taken inches off her height and her movements slowed but you could tell she's strong for her age.
"Quick we have to go!"
She smacked his hand away, "What are you yapping about?"
Kane paused. He listened to the silence of the outside against the loud queries of his impatient mother.
They are here! How did they find him? Were they coming here to look for him? Or are they here for her?
They were already surrounding the house. Panic gripped his heart, there was no time.
The woman immediately ceased talking when she noticed the tears in her son's eyes. He was crying.
"Jerid..." her tone suddenly motherly. "What's the matter Jerid?"
Kane turned to his mother and went down on his knees so that their eyes were level.
"I'm so sorry ma, I'm so sorry" he sobbed, tears filled like a child, quavering and clutched his mother tight.
The mother confused, hugged him back. She has never seen him this vulnerable, not even when he lost his family. Still smoothing his head trying to soothe him her body suddenly jerked, a sharp, startled gasp escaped her lips. Kane hugged her tighter, crying more desperately until her body went limp. He removed the blade and laid her gently on the floor. Her face didn't show betrayal, only pain and confusion.
He convinced himself he had no choice, that it was better this way. There was no way the king would have just killed her, not after what he had done.
He took the oil lamp and smashed it against the wooden wall, near the window and the flames nicked at the old curtains, then he wiped the snot off his nose with the back of his hand and took a stand. He was a veteran knight of Drakoria, though disowned by the king he was still months away from the knight blessing leaving him. He would die on his feet! He has the advantage. They will try to take him alive and he will cut down as many as possible.
The flames were growing faster than he expected but he was more focused on the king's dogs. His eyes on the door but he expected them to come from anywhere, so when the subtle creak from above happened his blade was ready as the roof crashed down, blocking the descending sword with a harsh clang. He countered with a swift swipe, but his assailant dodged. At the same time others bursted through the door and attacked, his blade meeting theirs in quick exchanges, even when the first joined but it was like he thought, the king wanted him alive.
He swung his sword, cutting straight through the arm of an attacker. A kick sent the man sprawling and Jerid stamped on the man's face, crushing the skull beneath his heel before stepping forward to engage the next opponent only for a sudden gust of wind to send him flying back. He hit the wall and hot purple chains quickly secured him.
Helene, the court's witch stepped into the house. She glanced at the old woman's corpse, her eyes cold and unreadable, before approaching the struggling man.
The flames roared louder, the heat intensifying, and the smell of burning wood and flesh filled the air. Jerid's vision blurred, the smoke stinging his eyes but that's when he realized that the chains were not just hot and getting tighter with every resistance he was putting, but it's smoke were sleep inducing. He looked into the eyes of the witch and for the first time since he heard of the king's return he truly dreads what awaits when the king gets his hands on him, for the cold eyes of the witch bore pity.