Page 44 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“I did this for you, sire,” Lazarus growled back. “Your obsession with that little piece is shameful. If you mate with her, you will not only dilute the dragon bloodlines. You will shame your ancestors. Call me traitor if you like, but I call you traitor. You are a traitor to the very essence of dragon kind.”

“Mika has a flight form and a heat. She is as dragon as it is possible to be. The bloodlines are strong enough to withstand human contribution. They may even be stronger as a result. Do not forget, her father fought the world eater Avastias and won. No dragon of pure blood has ever done such a thing. Any offspring Mika and I produce will have bloodlines of strength, courage, and power. I do not fear for them. I fear for anyone who would threaten them. And you should fear for yourself in this moment, Lazarus, for my justice will come heavy on your shoulders.”

“Sire…”

“Take him away!” Casimer boomed furiously.

Lazarus was arrested and dragged away without further argument. The anger in his eyes was fearsome, but the droop of defeat was also clear. He was a man broken by his own betrayal, but Mika did not feel pity for him. He had been working against her from the beginning and whatever punishment Casimer decided for him would be well deserved.

Her arousal was still making it difficult to think. No matter how much she tried to control herself, she could not. Her need for Casimer was so great she could barely think about anything other than him, wanting him. Needing him.

“Are you alright, my pet?” Casimer looked down at her with grave concern, his eyes searching her face for signs of distress. “I am sorry you had to experience that…”

“You had to see his betrayal,” she said in an incongruous moan. Her timbre and tone were being controlled by her arousal, but her anger at Lazarus was real. She had not liked the man from the beginning, but he had known Casimer for hundreds of years whereas she had known the king only weeks. She was grateful that Lazarus had finally overplayed his hand, and that Casimer had been there to see it.

She ground her pussy against Casimer’s leg in an effort to relieve her aching need to couple.

“I have to… I need you,” she moaned, lifting her face to his handsome visage. “Please don’t make me wait any longer…”

“I want you to drink this,” Casimer said, producing a small vial from his pocket. “It contains a substance to settle you a little so we may talk.”

She allowed him to pour the contents into her mouth and almost instantly the needy erotic haze started to clear. Within a few minutes, Mika was also no longer consumed with the crazed need to fuck at all costs. It was both a relief and a shame; the intensity of her desire had been a little frightening, but at the same time, she had never felt so very alive.

“That was… he…”

“I’m sorry, pet. I should not have left you even for a moment in your heat. But in doing so, Lazarus revealed what he truly is. I have known for some time that he has a penchant toward treachery, but tonight he finally overplayed his hand.”

“You knew I was going to come into heat?”

“Nobody could have known that, pet. It came on so suddenly, and so strongly. My head was as addled as yours by its intensity. Lazarus has been waiting for a very long time to take advantage of a moment of weakness between us. What Lazarus did not know—what you likely do not know, pet—was that you have never been alone since you arrived here. There is always a guard nearby. Always. I have never left you unprotected. Not for a single second. The moment he entered the room and tried to take you, I was alerted. And you know the rest.”

“A guard? Who?”

“Maryon!” Casimer lifted his voice and from the shadows, the woman who had bathed Mika on her very first day came forward. She was no longer wearing feminine robes. She was clad in the same armor the warriors wore, her hair braided over her shoulder. It was immediately apparent that she had been playing a role as a serving woman, for now she stood straighter, Mika could see how broad and strong she was, and the sword at her back added extra emphasis.

Mika let out a little giggle. “Really? You’ve been here all along?”

Maryon’s lips twitched as she gave a small bow. “It has been a pleasure watching over you, princess.”

“So that’s how you always knew what I was doing…” Mika shook her head at Casimer. “That’s how you caught Lythia and me that day, watching the mating…”

“Mhm. You must forgive me, pet. I have but two eyes, but I must see a thousand things. A good king cannot leave what is most precious to him unattended.” He turned to Maryon. “You may return to your post at the door, Maryon. You will be rewarded richly for all you have done.”

“I need no reward, sire,” Maryon said with another bow. She left the room and finally Casimer and Mika were truly entirely alone.

“Lazarus was working with Lythia,” Mika said. “You know that too, right?”

“I do,” Casimer said. “That is why I was so harsh in scattering your little gatherings. If I could have sent her away without arousing his suspicion and driving his treachery back underground, I would have. But I must ask, how did you know, pet?”

“I know when a girl is lying to my face,” Mika said. “I know when I’m being played. My whole life has been gossip, lies, and misinformation. I mean, you know, not over anything this important before, petty girl stuff mostly, but it’s all the same thing. Lythia always reminded me way too much of my old friend Traci. They both tried to manipulate me, but I guess I’ve grown up a lot since I got here.”

“Of that there can be no doubt,” Casimer agreed, catching her mouth in an intense kiss.

“I can’t believe that Lazarus believed you when you went out there,” Mika giggled softly when the kiss broke. “Going out and saying that it wouldn’t be right to mate with me…”

“I was speaking in half-truths,” Casimer said, running his hand lightly over the curve of her hip. “You are young, that is true, and to take you in your first heat while you were in a state of frenzy would not have been fair. You would have come out of your heat with an aching sex and perhaps little memory of the act. You would have lost your maidenhead at your most vulnerable and least sensible. There would have been no difference between taking you then and taking you on the first night you arrived in your heavily altered state… I love you, Mika. And because I love you, your first time will be tender. It will be slow. It will not happen in a desperate craze for cum.”

“The frenzy is kind of hot though,” she said, nibbling at his neck as his hands began to roam her body. Her hips performed a slow squirm, making the tail move inside her in a way that kept her stimulated over and over again.