Draconess
Vol.2 Chapter 17

My only disappointment is that we don’t go to my bedroom in my Moon Tower. Zarcar takes me into his luxurious grand master chamber inside his mini-castle, which has tall stained glass windows the colours of amber and gold. It’s truly a beautiful place, but it also looks like it’s bathed in the light of hellfire.

So, while the black wood of his perfect four poster bed is stunning, this whole place is also clearly a Sorcerer’s sanctuary. His fireplace is even a pit in the wall you can walk around to chant up powerful curses, and the books in his library are all about the masculine energy within magic.

The chamber has these strange patterns in the tiles that make me uncomfortable. They were similar to the swirls of magic Torrent delved in.

I hadn’t entered here at all thus far, for fear it would be a trap.

Now, I tenderly walk over the patterns as Zarcar goes to run the bath by the stained glass. My lover laughs haughtily as he sees me nervously inspecting each corner.

“I have not cursed you, sweetheart,” Zar explains and I look over my shoulder to give him an unsatisfied look.

“It’s full of male magic – I’d be surprised if you didn’t at least lay down some tricks in here, you’re a demon like I am, you won’t have the best intentions. I’m not stupid, Zarcar,” I sigh and walk up to his armour set on the wall, “Have you been fighting wars or small battles for Rey? These are well worn.”

“That doesn’t concern you, Chyronex,” Oooo, now hang on a minute. I turn to see Zarcar taking off his boots. He places them aside but he stops there. Leaving his tunic and clean breeches on, he simply holds out a hand, “Get in the bath, as per your command,” he drawls it so evil. Even his black eyes glint, as his mouth curls in amusement with my wide eyed stare.

“Hmmm, I’m not so used to such lovely manners. Most of the men I fucked were filthy and didn’t take showers, yuk,” I try to keep in my own smirk as I avoid his flaming gaze so I can continue my speech as I undress from my ribbons, facing the window and not him, “Oh, how I miss the thrill of stealing men’s hearts. Cursing their minds. Kissing their small, tiny cocks –”

As expected, Zarcar reacts far too quickly.

I feel the hot air rush into my back as his front collides with my ass, his hand on my neck as he turns me to the bath, “Do not…. speak of other men, ever – in my company!” Zar snarls it so loud the threat echoes back at me.

I chuckle.

“…telum ardere…” burning weapon.

“Wait a sec– ” I beg but I can’t stop him, Zarcar shoves me forward and I stumble, only to feel a stinging burning thwack over my whole ass.

Dearest Hellfire, that hurt.

As I glare over my shoulder, I see a burning magical belt. It’s not real material, it’s more a solid magic item.

And boy oh boy, it stung like a brand. I try to look down at my butt but I see no mark. Interesting.

“Would you like to choose your fate?” Zarcar smiles, as the belt disappears to ash; for now, “Crawl to me and undo my breeches – or attempt to defy me again and I’ll make sure you’re well acquainted with the pain of hell’s fire.”

“Oh, I would hate to help you remove your pants,” I drop to my knees and cross my arms over my chest, huffing dramatically. I also smile up at Zar as I finally crawl my way to his front and grab his breeches, undoing the buttons, pulling them down and freeing the monster.

I ignore it, rising so swift that his cock is a hair’s breadth from sliding across my cheek.

Zarcar holds his breath, clearly in awe of this moment, waiting for the moment I kiss his sword.

“There you go,” I stand before him and bow, “You’re very welcome.” Then I turn and promptly run and jump into the bath, which is half full. The water sloshes and I get comfortable on one end. This bath is a bit wider than my own. I sink in and say my own little spell, “…ebullio…” the still water suddenly runs like a river, bubbles like foam and heats up quickly, “I must enjoy myself, so,” I flutter my eye lids and glance to Zarcar as he’s thrown off his tunic and he decides to join me, “Ah, ah, ah, no room for you,” I hold up my leg and turn my foot in his direction, “Go away, I’m a Queen. You shall not share my bath –”

“Slave Queen,” Zarcar grabs my ankle gently, “The weather is bad I hear, so we’ll have to remain indoors.”

“There was barely a cloud in the air tonight,” I needlessly play into his little game.

When I see a strike of lightning, then hear thunder, I don’t have to feign being scared – because we both hear Andoll squeal in surprise from somewhere in the residence.

“This storm is going to last all night,” Zarcar drawls, slowly pulling my leg up until I’m falling back into the water, my face reaches the water line but then I suddenly remember Torrent fake drowning me.

“Stop! Don’t do that,” I hiss, jerking my leg from his hand, I scramble upright in a panic, “I don’t appreciate you acting like your sadistic and ancient brother. Far worse than you.”

“Rey told me about what happened, sweetheart,” Zarcar hops over into the bath and decides to sit on the other side, giving me some space. So… he was testing me by lifting that leg. Argh. Now, his legs spread and he traps my own within his, but he sits back and he closes his eyes, “You must know Tor’s rage by now. Do not cross him. And I’m sorry for not being the one to intervene. Though I am glad Rey was watching.”

“I was worried for a second… I thought you would approve of Torrent’s handling of me,” I whisper, truly angered by that thought.

“Here’s a little secret, Chyronex,” Zar opens his eyes and catches my distressed gaze, “I’d murder my own brother to avenge you… you clearly don’t understand where my passions lie…” Zarcar breaths in deeply, exhaling before he adds, nonchalant, “…do you really think I aspire to be a Warlord… for other Kings?”

I open my mouth in a little ‘o’. Because… I had not thought of his own aspirations.

“Interesting, Zar, however, perhaps you will not worry of Kings. If I were to become an Empress… you would serve me, and be my slave,” I wriggle my eye brows. I make it a joke but I want to see Zarcar’s thoughts on this. I suggested it once but he dismissed me so quickly then.

Zarcar, disappointingly, doesn’t answer me with words.

He scoffs and shakes his head twice, as if what I’ve said isn’t even worthy of a joke.

I am rightly offended.

I feel the game has ended and real anger simmers in my chest.

“You met me as a young Moon Priestess; now I’m trained in combat, stronger physically and I’m more adapt as my Dragon,” I say this seriously, losing the humour, “If I so desired to have ambition, it is in my right.”

“An Empress?” Zarcar is still in play-mode. The judgement in his eyes is so real, though, I almost lose my warmth for him, “You understand how ridiculous you sound? Kings rule for wishing to change law – you would simply rule to spite. Typical Draconess.”

I blink and shut my lips.

Well, yes, I would.

But… I had not thought of it like that.

“…Rey… rules… he does not allow women to practice magic… that’s a law he enacted, yes…?”

“He allows you to practice, now that he trusts you,” Zarcar murmurs, but I can tell he is losing his patience with this conversation.

He wants to fuck. He’ll have to wait.

“We have not properly discussed this beyond a few words spoken; so, why can’t women practice magic?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Many reasons. But mostly because their desires lie in selfish gain where magic is involved. Females should be guided to the right path by men. You are born, anyway, to serve your male counterparts. All women are.”

“Excuse me. I thought you… I don’t know what I thought… wow… Zarcar… you are one very stupid man if you think like that,” I lose my heat for sex in this moment and I stare at Zarcar with ice in my gaze.

The rain outside starts to pour, more thunder booms and I consider boiling us both in this water, just to make him squeal like the pig he is.

“…did I worry you?” Zarcar chuckles, “Some women are strong. Some women can lead. But at the end of the day; you have your purpose.”

“I completely disagree with you,” I hiss it slow, “Fine then, I shall become an Empress for all female kind – that will be my law. Allowing women to practice whatever magic they want, and to lead whatever lives they desire.”

“Listen to logic. Females are weaker. You can’t handle war unless you’re a demon. Females, at the end of the day, bare children and raise their family.”

“You are convincing me to hate you, Zarcar,” I smile sarcastically, “Please tell me you are not so set in your ways that you would believe women only represent motherhood. I understand women are suppressed by men but that doesn’t mean we are powerless.”

“You enjoy it when I suppress you,” Zarcar counters.

“I do, within a moment,” I slowly sit up straighter, “And in every other moment I enjoy other things beyond sexual domination. Do you really think I want to kneel at your feet and kiss your toes every second of the day?” I see a fire finally burn in his gaze, and I roll with it, laughing haughtily myself, “I’ll be your slut when I want to be, Zar. Then when I want to be a Queen – I’ll happily lay my feet on your back while you kneel and pledge allegiance to I. It works both ways, you know.”

“You think you’re smarter but you’re not, Chyronex,” Zarcar growls low, shaking his head again, “In age I outweigh you in every other area. Wisdom. Spells. Knowledge. That is why I’m protecting you.”

Argh.

I want to storm out on him… but I know it will prove him right.

I suck in a breath and I decide to calm myself. I had to explain my thoughts somehow.

“Dash all your arrogance for one moment and tell me this,” I choose my questions carefully, “Do you feel a fire in your gut, while you live, wanting things, burning for things? Do you feel like you are alive? You have will over your limbs? Thinking for yourself? Living as yourself? For yourself?”

“Of course,” Zar raises a brow, confused by my direction.

“Believe it or not, I live exactly the same way. I have a will and a desire to follow my desires, just like you.”

“Your point?”

“Listen to me. I am Chyronex. I’m a Draconess. My ambition lies in empowering first myself, then gaining your respect because I think you’re smarter than you sound right now and hoping, in turn, you will respect me–”

“Actions speak louder than words, sweetheart –” Zarcar grumbles, but he does seem a bit more… enlightened. However.

“I wasn’t finished!” I whisper, trying not to hiss, because I want him to listen further. I wade forward in the water and I slide to his chest, caressing his cock in my hand, I continue, “I want to be a slave to your cock – but I want to rule Uldaya as well. Does that sound reasonable?” I slowly hover my lips over his, his breath is slow – but he hesitates too long.

“Enough talking,” Zarcar snarls, grabbing my hips and thrusting me forward and down onto his shaft, filling me to the womb, “We’ll work on that first part. And then maybe when I’m convinced you’re a proper slave for me – we might just work on the second.”

I clench around his large Mystifying cock and I try to fuck him the same time as his hands try to control my ass bouncing up and down.

Just for fun, while I can, I shove my fingers into his mouth, “Try harder, Warlord; you’re getting sloppy,” I do it just for fun but I also hit a nerve.

Good.

I just don’t expect him to crunch down.

Zarcar bites my fingers so hard they bleed! I cry out, pulling my hand from his mouth, I throw my other fist at his face.

My Warlord laughs as he simply avoids it, then suddenly jumps up, hauling me with him.

“You naughty little witch – I will bite you how I please,” Zarcar leans in and rips into my ear lobe next.

“You brute!” I bite his shoulder, sinking my teeth in and drawing blood from him to match my injuries.

“You’re going to beg me to stop fucking you, Chyronex, and then I’m going to show you what it means to be a real slave,” Zarcar jumps us out of the bath and stalks confidently over to the bed, “No power. No say. No choice. No resistance. No defiance. Or you’ll bleed until you bleed no more.”

“I will slaughter you for my bacon,” I head butt into his face and Zarcar turns me and thrusts me onto the bed.

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I stick out my ass while Zarcar grabs both ass cheeks.

“Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck your egotism for one moment, sweetheart, and tell me this,” Zarcar throws my words back at me. I feel the tip of his cock rest at the very entrance of my pussy, hovering, kissing it only swiftly. I try to push back but his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still and steady so he shows he holds all the control on when the fucking will begin.

“Tell you what?”

“Who’s your Master?” Zarcar drawls it low and slow. I can tell he’s damn proud of himself, because it’s a trick question. Damn it. No matter how I want to answer him, silence or with sarcasm; he’ll answer it for me, by fucking me down into the sheets and taking complete control at his pace. And by the time I combust around his cock and my body attempts to milk him dry, over and over and over, he’ll have my filthy answer as well.

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