Draconess
Vol.2 Chapter 13

2 days later

The dungeon becomes my home. Apparently Zarcar needs a breather, because he spends some time getting drunk with Lixar; as I hear from Varkinya and her gossip. She mentors Andoll for me while helping me set up my space.

The thing is, I’m not so upset about the dungeon anymore.

I am actually having far too much fun. I guess it’s a new adventure. I had a lot of taming to do, Torrent must be fucked quiet, Lixar needed his cock cut straight off and shoved into his mouth, while Zarcar needed some quiet loving and Rey needed a Queen.

To do all that, I needed one thing in my favour; the right aura. Pretty make up, pretty ribbons, a few weapons, a sweet bed and a place to light a few candles and practice a few Moon Priestess curses.

Torrent, that big darling, allowed me something that he considered great manipulation, but I was using it for my own pleasures. My dungeon? Was granted by Tor’s power as King, to become my lived-in home as long as I was locked inside by my Mystifyers.

Varkinya visited often to help me set up my space, showing me that Andoll has made friends with her family and they’re all going hiking soon to gather wild flowers for strong potions. Varkinya loved magic – and me!

We were like long lost sisters, but she was also like a mentor to me as well.

Varkinya guides my latest requests into the dungeon. Three cells have been knocked down to allow more ‘rooms’. I have access to a tap for a bath. A fire place. A cauldron. I have a rug and pillows for meditating… and fucking. I also have a rack of finest ribbons. Tea and water for boiling.

My food supply is to be delivered four times a day. Three meals. One snack. Per Torrents orders.

I don’t mind so much. He’s playing on a power trip with me, but he doesn’t realise I’m going to twist it on him.

Dungeon living doesn’t count as punishment when you enjoy it.

“My family and I will fetch you any spare wild lavender and gardenia for your practice in cursing… or just making perfume,” Varkinya shrugs while gazing in approval over the colourful home I’m setting up underground, “I’m glad you’re working it out, Chyronex.”

“I enjoy being a danger, closed behind bars, I feel so powerful,” I smirk and grab the bars with my hands to make a point, “I feel lethal; and I am.”

“Her funeral was today, by the way,” Varkinya speaks, solemn while I’ve been smiling.

I lose my mischief and narrow my eyes. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Salt?”

“Yes, I hear she tried to interfere with your Venatores,” Varkinya raises a brow, “You are quite the budding Queen… Lixar and Zarcar have been bonding further. I think you should know this. They are on good terms now. Torrent’s going to use their newly strengthening friendship to isolate you from them, to be stuck, with him. Be careful of how Torrent treads now that you’re a challenge; he can be… ruthless. To a point it can scare you –”

“I enjoy it.”

“I thought I did, too, Chyronex, but there are moments you need to deescalate Tor’s temper. Or he may do more than starve you.”

“I am used to sexual torture,” I roll my eyes.

“Not to his kind… Zarcar I have seen, is smart with words and his general intuition, but Torrent will not bother to explain twice. So. Listen. Chyronex. That is my advice, and I know you will not take it now, but you should think about what I said,” Varkinya nods at me and I pout and wave at her as she leaves.

I sigh as I twirl and land on the new pillows that have been placed down near my red rug. I snuggle up between them, yellow ribbon curling around my limbs, my hair freshly washed and my stomach newly full from the hearty breakfast I was served.

Though I was trapped behind cell bars, I know interesting experiences will come from this.

An hour passes and I am convinced Zarcar will visit next.

None of my Mystifyers had been paying me much attention while I was being set up. I knew it was an attempt to bore me into letting my guard down.

However, I was more than happy to remain centred when I was finally approached.

The Mystifyer that does intercept me, is – sigh – the legend himself.

I’m part way waking from a small nap when Torrent enters the cell.

I stay where I am, sprawled out in my pillows, even as Torrent strolls over in a black royal robe, suitable for a funeral.

“Oh, how drab you look in that colour,” I yawn and sit up, stretching my arms over my head.

I expect this King to speak something about the events of the last two days. Or maybe about the weather soon to bring snow. Or maybe even about his beloved Queen Varkinya.

Instead, Torrent pulls on my wrists while they’re stretching above my head.

He lifts me to my petite feet and then roughly grabs my favourite ribbons, unwinding them from my frame.

“Um. Excuse me?” I raise a brow as I watch him unwrap me, clearly impatient.

With no words, Torrent’s silver eyes just burn holes through the ribbon covering my skin.

I soon see what he’s doing and I refuse to act shocked.

Fuck and run? Fine.

I spin to help Torrent in his quest and then as soon as I’m free, I gracefully turn and present myself, mock bowing.

“You’re welcome to please your Que – eek!” I can’t finish when Torrent grabs my elbow and the back of my head, pushing me down onto the rug and a few pillows. My cheek squishes down while my knees hit the floor.

“Shut up,” Torrent grumbles, “…evanescet…”

I look behind me, or I try to, but I can’t when he pushes my face further down.

And then I simply feel his hot naked skin against my ass – because he’s cursed his clothes to vanish briefly.

I feel Torrent’s hard and demanding cock slide into my pussy, prying me apart.

He fucks me slow, then regular, then fast. Very casually, in other words.

My own words escape my tongue as I kneel there, ass up, taking a whore’s pounding.

For the first time, I actually feel like a whore.

And I actually… I… I hate this… but – no.

Tor wants me to feel dirty and ashamed. Damn it. He almost tricks me.

“Do funerals make you horny, you bloody demon?” I whisper, forcing out a chuckle into the pillows.

“My Draconesses do,” Torrent’s answer is appropriate.

While I have many Mystifyers in my own Venatores, over time, Torrent has accumulated quite the number of conquests in Draconess Queens.

I ignore that answer and I allow his cock to pump in and out of me, while I think of something to regain my control as a maybe-future Empress.

Torrent fucks me harder at that stage, not caring for my pleasure, he doesn’t do anything to my clit, or my tits, or caress me in anyway!

Bang. Bang. Bang. Slap. Slap. Grinding. Deep inside.

He unloads, using me without a care in the world for whether or not I want this to continue to my own pleasure.

Torrent is balls deep inside me for a few seconds, then he pulls his cock out, stands up and walks over to the wall and the shackles still attached to one place as a feature. At least, I think it’s a nice ‘feature’. I wasn’t planning on –

“Come here,” Torrent picks up one thick iron cuff and holds it up, “Now.”

My cheek twitches.

This was meant to be fun.

Why would I need to be restrained in my own dungeon?

“…why, dearest King of Uldaya -?” I ask, standing up slowly and watching Torrent freeze.

“Because I’m shackling you to this wall for three hours a day, it should teach you some discipline – and patience,” Torrent waits for me, his eyes glinting as if to say – you know that punishment will increase if you delay.

Shit.

Varkinya warned me. And I dismissed her, like she said I would.

I’m feeling like a darn idiot right now because I can’t think of a way to flip this.

Torrent is charging ahead. If I retort, this would end badly. It was just us two. I remember Rey’s interference as well back in Torrent’s bedchamber, when Torrent was needlessly rough in the bathtub.

So, I walk forward, staunch but my smile lost.

I avoid Torrent’s gaze as he clasps one wrist and the other in the shackles.

Then he leans down for my ankles.

Except Tor’s not done tormenting me.

He crosses my legs. I jerk a bit, but Torrent quickly secures my position and then stands up to run a hand to my chest, feeling my collar bone and then my throat.

He gazes down at me triumphantly, “Do you know why I truly did this to you, Chyronex?”

“Because you’re oh so very mean to me?” I don’t know how I manage the sass, when all I want to do right now, is kick his balls black and blue.

“You’ll do better when you learn that squirming like a earth-worm is exactly what I can reduce you to, at any time. It’s in my blood. I break. Draconesses. Like you.”

“It actually sounds like you have massive insecurities, I’m the one who willingly let you shackle me to a dungeon wall; for absolutely no reason other than to satisfy your demonic needs. I am a generous Draconess. I’m only pleasing you, Torrent, because it’s one of my requirements. Keeping my darlings… calm, ready for war,” I am pleased at myself for finding some way to twist this at the last second.

Especially when Torrent’s stoic gaze falters, periodically.

And then it flares back up.

“You’ve reminded me. I forgot to pass some important news on… an exclusive meeting is being held tonight. I’m introducing my baby brother to a real spit fire Draconess called Oenym, born and raised in a forest on her own, a real savage, much like a tribal Moon Priestess. You don’t know what they’re really like, but they’ve got a different temperament to yours –”

“I demand to fight her to the death,” I whisper it, in a growl.

“You’ll lose, she’s a fast Viperae, you’re slow… and too relaxed, you’re more a seductress, Oenym is perfect for my brother. She’s a warrior and he’s a Warlord.”

Ooo, Torrent really knows how to dig deep, doesn’t he?

Fuck.

Torrent turns and leaves my cell before I can think of something.

Instead, I am left completely anxious and feeling sick.

How many more Draconesses would I have to kill to keep proving myself?

Or maybe I would just have to train Torrent better.

His current behaviour was unacceptable!

He was very bad at sharing.

Torrent would have to learn to behave.

No. More. Rouge. Draconesses! Damn it!

I had to find a way to secure my territory in Uldaya. And quick.

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