Lienna.
I was seated in my room, lost in my thoughts, when a knock came on my door, interrupting me. I glanced at the door, expecting it to be Mara or Daisy, but was quite surprised when it opened up and I saw a soldier behind it. His armor was polished, his expression stern, and his eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I immediately jumped to my feet, my heart racing in my chest.
“You have been summoned to the Dragon King’s Chambers. Do not keep him waiting,” He said, his voice echoing in the small room, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart skipped multiple beats, the shock of the news keeping my feet rooted to the ground.
The Dragon King is summoning me? I thought, my mind racing with questions. He’s with Veronica, isn’t he? Couldn’t she help him out? Why would he need me? Terrified but not wanting to waste any moment, I hurried out of the room, following the soldier who came to meet me as he led me to the Dragon King’s wing.
For every step that I took, my heart pounded in my chest, cold sweat breaking out of my skin. Still, I persisted, forcing myself to be brave. I had to know what was going on. We arrived at the door to his chambers, and the guards stationed there opened the doors at my arrival, their eyes scrutinizing me as I entered.
Taking a deep breath to calm my rattling nerves, I walked into the door leading to his bedroom, my heart beat resounding in my ears. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from candles that cast flickering shadows on the walls. I could feel the weight of the Dragon King’s gaze on me, even before I saw him.
The state he was in was shocking, to say the least. Gone was the cool, collected Dragon King I once knew. What was before me was a man who wouldn’t hesitate to tear people to pieces if they ever bothered him. His grey eyes had hues of gold, his aura crippling, a clear indicator that his dragon was lurking at the surface, ready to pounce.
He was also naked and unashamed, which meant Veronica had been here moments ago. It was a surprise that he was still behind those doors, and not out ravaging the kingdom. This man could kill me in a moment, and no one would ever find my body.
A shudder went through me, my mouth falling open, words unable to fall out. I was frozen in fear, unable to move or speak. King Caspian took a sniff of the air, a growl escaping his lips, and some restlessness fading off him. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like he could see right through me.
All of a sudden, I found myself being picked up from where I was standing and pressed against the wall, King Caspian’s breath hot against my skin, my own breath knocked out of my chest, and my head spinning. I felt like I was going to pass out.
King Hermes was right, Caspian was truly different and dangerous when he was in a rut. He was a force to be reckoned with, and I was at his mercy.
With a swift motion, he tore my dress off me, stripping me naked in an instant. Spreading my legs apart with one knee wedged between my thighs, ready to thrust into me already. That’s when I screamed, repeatedly hitting him to try and dissuade him.
“Please wait!!” I screamed, when he started to struggle once more. “Please, I’m not ready yet!” I cried out, hoping he would listen to me. King Caspian responded with a growl and snarl, baring his elongated claws at me, the look on his eyes savage. He looked like he was incapable of speaking, already half of his mind with lust and desire.
He pushed his member between my thighs anyway, and began to thrust, not penetrating me. I gasped, my body shaking at his wild movements. He’s using my thighs to relief himself. The action addled me because despite his almost crazed state, he still listened and held back. Every he thrust, his hot member would brush again my sensitive folds, sending a rush of sensations up my spine.
I started to get wet, the action being simultaneously endearing and arousing. The scent of my arousal filled the room, causing Caspian to growl, pressing his body tighter to mine. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, biting my neck as he continued to thrust between my thighs, his movements getting frenzied. I wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him closer as pleasure and pain flooded my veins, softs gasps and moans escaping my lips, my senses already attuned to him.
It took a while, but he finally released. Hot, plentiful spurts of his seeds between my legs, his huge body shuddering hard. I trembled, letting my head fall onto my shoulders, while he held us both, his ragged breathing loud in my ears. Finally, he grew slack and a sense of calm settled between us.
“Lienna?” Caspian called out, his voice raspy and hesitant, trembling, one hand going up and down my back in a gentle caress. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he touched me, his fingers sending sparks of electricity through my body.
“Yes, your Majesty,” I whispered back, my body throbbing with a mix of fear and desire. I was still pressed against the wall, his body holding me in place, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice, as if he hadn’t expected me to answer. I pulled away from his neck to look at his face, my eyes locking onto his.
He looked mostly normal, but the tension radiating off him in waves told me he was far from sated. His eyes still held a hint of gold, his pupils dilated with desire. His brows crinkled in worry as he peered at me, his gaze searching for any sign of distress.
“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice tinged with concern, his hands gentle as he explored my body for any signs of injury. I shook my head, my lips tinged with a small smile as I felt the stickiness of his release between my thighs.
“No, you didn’t,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m afraid we must continue, because I’m certain this relief is only temporary.” I watched as his expression turned grim, his jaw clenched. Seems like I was right, I thought, a shiver running down my spine.
He carried me to the bed, depositing me gently on it. I looked up at him, my heart pounding with fear and excitement, my body already humming with desire. Gazing at me for a while, he climbed onto the bed, settling between my parted thighs, his fiery gaze burning holes through me. I held my breath, unable to look away from him, greedily drinking in the sight of him.
His hand reached out to touch my hair, and surprisingly, I found the touch gentle. It was a stark contrast to the fierce passion that had driven him moments before. “I apologize for the man I’ll become in the next few days,” He said, leaning in, his voice low and husky. “I hope you have the strength to handle it.” My brain short-circuited at his words.
What does he mean by the next few days?