28. Soren
Chapter twenty-eight
The heels of my boots dig into the dirt as the dragon soars over our heads. I watch as it backtracks, billowing flames down at Dax’s whore. My heart pounds with adrenaline being witness to the massive beast delivering blow after blow, and yet she still comes out unscathed.
“Does she ever get harmed by the flames?” King Phyrrohs asks, his deep timber hard to hear over the dragon’s fire being cast out.
“Perfectly filthy, but never harmed. At least not by the flames.” I respond as I close my arms over my chest. This is exactly why the king is here. To see the gift I am giving him. To see the power he will be in control of. It’s genius really… The backing of Valeska will make my claim on Aldramani just as strong as if I were to be marrying the heir myself. It’s unfortunate that couldn’t work out. I would love to defile that powerful bitch just for the attitude she throws around. Women with that much fire are always more fun to break.
“Be sure that she is not. I think I’ve been shown quite enough here today.” The king watches as the dragon swoops low and blasts her with yet another torrent of flames. My lips curl on one side.
“Of course. Would you like to see any more of her? Perhaps in a different setting?” I keep my eyes off of him, but I feel him turn his gaze on me.
“If you are suggesting what I think you are, you are sorely misplaced in your assumption of me, Lord Soren .” My nose wrinkles in annoyance, but I stanch the venom I wish to spit before I give him my response.
“I only meant, perhaps you would like to get to know your new daughter-in-law. I can arrange any sort of meeting you would like. Your heir can be there too. You can see how they fair together.” He seemed to accept that response more, nodding then watching with interest as his son lifts his hand, a demand for the dragon to halt its attacks before he approaches Raelle and helps her to her feet.
He is silent as he watches the two interact, and I can’t help but wonder what his long-term goal is in this union. As long as it gets Raelle off Aldramani soil and the crown on my head, I couldn’t care less.
“Does my son talk to her often?” He says with his eyes narrowed, watching the two. “They seem… friendly .”
“Your son is not one of many words in my company, but the guards have told me he is sure to bring her meals daily and sometimes spends time with her in the library. Whether or not they talk, I am uncertain, but there is a clear fascination, at least from him. She is much more defensive.” But as I say it, I see Osiris’ hand now resting low on her back, and he leans in closer than I have ever seen before as he says something to her. She lifts her chin but doesn’t move away. Perhaps the whore is moving on from Dax already.
King Phyrrohs clasps his hands behind his back and finally turns to face me. “I would like an evening with them. Tomorrow, but tonight we need to discuss our dealings.”
“Of course,” I give a slight bow of my head, feigning respect. “Let’s be done here. I will have dinner served to my personal dining room, and we can discuss the fate of our kingdoms.”
“Why can’t I be there?” Thames whines from the doorway of the bathing chamber, where I soak in the bath smoking my pipe. Pulling the smooth smoke of the Millard leaves into my lungs and holding it there as the drug fills my senses with euphoric weightlessness. I need every release I can get before I have to entertain the fucking stick-in-the-mud King Phyrrohs any longer. Blowing the smoke out, I look up at her.
“Because you… will be otherwise tied up …my queen.” She likes it when I use the title she will one day hold. I see her whimper, squeezing her thighs together. Standing from the bath, the water drips from my naked body, and her eyes instantly drop to my throbbing cock. A smirk lifts the corner of my lips. “Dry me.” I say, stepping forward and causing a puddle to form on the stone floor.
She takes the towel from the hook and begins with my hair and face, moving down to my shoulders and arms. Dragging the fabric slowly across my back as she walks around me, then pauses at my chest, licking her lips. Slower even, she pulls the towel down my stomach, dropping to her knees. She moves to dry my cock with the towel, but I thrust my fingers into her tangle of red hair and wrench her eyes to meet mine.
“With your tongue,” I growl, and she moans, lifting my heavy dick. She licks the underside from my balls to the very tip. I groan as the Millard leaves combined with the heady feeling of her tongue rolling over the head of my cock feels like the very dark magic I lack. She licks every drop of water clean from me, and when she finishes, I slap her closed lips with the head hard enough to make her flinch.
“Now, spit on it,” I demand. “I’m going to wreck that throat of yours for questioning my reasons.” She obliges with a wad of saliva from her watering mouth. She wants my dick as much as I want to use her throat. Coating myself with her spit, I rub my cock up and down and angle her head back just right. “Open up like a good whore,” I growl.
Her lips part, nearly panting for a taste. I give no warning before I shove past her teeth and into her tight throat. My size instantly cuts off her breath. I stay there, bobbing her head up and down without letting her get any air. Tears burst from her round eyes as they are locked on mine, until they are streaming down her reddened face. I pull out only to allow her to suck in a breath before I fill her once again. Over and over, I cut her air off and fuck her throat until my balls are tightening and I feel the pressure of my release rising.
With a groan, I pull from her throat and spray ropes of cum on her face, in her mouth, and down her chest—then I slap her hard. Her head wrenches to the side, and she gasps at the shock of it. Pulling her to her feet, I don’t allow her to clean herself off before I throw her onto the bed.
“I’m sorry, my king. I’m sorry,” She cries as I grip her wrists, tying them together with a length of rope and attaching them to the headboard.
“Stop apologizing; it shows how fucking weak you are!” I say as I rip open her dress, destroying the red fabric all the way down the center, and slap her breast hard as it falls heavy to the side. She squeals, and my cock begins rising once again. One limb at a time, I tie her to the bed. She is spread open for me like a book.
I hit her with my cupped hand on her cunt, and she cries out loud; she’s so wet it slaps as my hand comes in contact. “I’m not gentle. I will never be gentle. I will use this cunt every day for the rest of your childbearing days. You will give me many heirs, and the name Croix will live on long after I am gone. Did you stop taking the contraceptive herb as I told you?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I emphasize my happiness of her confession by punching two fingers into her drenched pussy. She clenches down on my hand, and her body bows from the bed. “I’m going to put an heir in that pretty belly of yours. Are you ready to bring in true power?”
“Yes, please, Soren.” She moans as I move my fingers in and out of her. “ Please .” I move between her legs, lining up with her dripping cunt, and as I slam all the way in, I reach between us and pinch her clit. She screams so prettily. The sound brings my face to melt with the feel of the possession.
I am rough, fucking her thoroughly without any thought of her pleasure. I use her hole until I am swelling inside of her more and more with each deep thrust. “That’s right, milk me dry with that fucking cunt,” I growl, wrapping my hand across her pale neck. She stares up at me with bulging eyes as I don’t allow her breath. She tightens around me; I know she’s close to coming, but before she can, I am pulsing, my body shakes with release, and I let go of her throat pulling from her now-filled hole and backhand her. She cries out as her lip splits from the impact. Gripping her cheeks, I turn her head to look me in the eye as I lean over her and bring my face down to hover above hers.
“Next time you think of questioning my reason for anything, I suggest you remember who is in charge. And if you ever want to come again, you’ll stop being a weak little bitch. Otherwise, I will use you for what you are. A whore with a womb to fill.” I say vehemently, pushing away from her and looking down at the pitiful state shes in.
She doesn’t respond, just nods with tears in her pretty blue eyes. I leave her there to ache for release, and ache from the position I’ve tied her in. When I’m ready, I will come back, fill her cunt again, and depending on how the meeting with the Valeska king goes, I may just let her come too.
As I approach the dining room, I hear whispers from within but cannot make out what is being said. My eyes narrow at the cracked open door before I push it open. The talking stops immediately, causing my mood to sour.
“Soren, thank you for coming.” King Phyrrohs says. The disrespect of him not standing doesn’t go unseen, and I quickly register that he is also sitting at the head of the table. My seat . But I clench my jaw and paint a wide smile across my face, not showing him just how pissed the play of power got under my skin.
“Sorry I am late; I was tying off some loose ends for the day.” I chuckle pulling out a chair and dropping into it. Snapping my fingers at the handmaid. “Where is our food and drink?” I demand, and she rushes from the room, coming back quickly to fill our cups with wine.
“The food will be out any minute, sire.” She bows, backing away from the table.
“You’re sure the girl is the true Aberra heir?” Phyrrohs asks blatantly.
“Just wait until you’ve had a conversation with her. You will see the likeness of the great Algerone ,” I say, like his name is shit on my tongue. “She has the same air of self-righteous arrogance as the dead bastard.” The weaker Fae serve the steaming plates of food and avert their gazes nervously. I sneer as I watch their quivering forms finally leave, and when we are finally, mostly, alone, we begin eating. Lifting my fork, I point it at him. “You know, the Fae in this kingdom are calling her the Moon Raven?” I let my breath out in a PAH. “She’s powerful, but she is no deity. A trembling bird most days.”
“You don’t say…” Phyrrohs rubs his short beard in thought as he considers something. “This bond that she has? Is she fully bonded? With body and blood?”
“No,” I answer right away. I don’t know for sure, but I am not willing to admit that my son dropped the ball on that fucking bonding ceremony. They likely are, so gifting him this queen in reality will only serve to give him illegitimate heirs.
“Good, you know if she was, then our deal would be void, Soren. Without a god’s blessed heir, she is of no use to me.” He says sternly, looking at me down his nose. I answer with a hum of acknowledgment before stuffing more food into my mouth. I know when enough has been said. That will be a problem for another day. By then I will have powerful heirs of my own.
“My son and I will leave with the girl in a fortnight. I wish to get the dragons back to our kingdom by the winter moon. Especially if she is indeed the Moon Raven. Traveling with such a powerful event is not wise.”
“Mmmm, indeed. A fortnight is reasonable. Consider it done.” I say as I raise my cup, the muscle along my jaw feathering with my annoyance.
“The mate will need to be taken care of before we leave.” He adds, his eyes tracking my every movement. I’ve come to realize Phyrrohs is a very observant king, but I will show him nothing he need not see. Though I have plenty to feed his hungry eyes.
“Of course. I will deal with it personally.”
“Where is your heir? I thought I might meet him, considering he will be working with my family for many years to come.” He tilts his head, eyeing me as though he knows the little shit is missing. If he fucks this up for me and isn’t dead already, I’m going to fucking kill him myself. My jaw ticks as I quickly try to think of an excuse as to why he cannot meet Cano.
“He’s on a mission of sorts. He will be back before you leave.” I respond confidently, hoping my anger from his question does not show through my careful exterior. I will make sure of it. Dead or alive. Phyrrohs nods his head, folding the napkin from his lap and placing it on the table, and when he stands, I stand with him.
“I look forward to it.”