Draconess
Vol.2 Chapter 25

My knees and thighs are sore and bruised as I fuck Zarcar, my hands on his chest as I look down over his face, my hair dripping with sweat, and I whisper down to him, “My. Fuck. Toy.” My declaration whispers over his face. It’s the next morning, after fucking Zar and Lix all night. We had been sw –

“Fuck you,” Zarcar snarls back and grabs my hips, throwing me down beside him, rolling onto my back and slamming his cock into my pussy – switching dominant positions.

We had been swapping all night – no sleep needed.

Lixar was lying back on some pillows currently; my Mystifyers have been taking turns fucking me one at a time. They argued too much, so I told them to agree to disagree, and to simply share me instead. Yep. One. At. A. Time.

“Hurry up, useless fuck toy,” Lixar slyly drawls at his cousin, as Zar’s hand lands on the back of my skull and presses my face into the sheets, so I cannot add my part. Zarcar pounds into me harder while he snarls at Lixar.

“I just began – you will wait while I wash out your filth with my seed, you whore,” Zarcar gets a sarcastic smile out of Lixar, as he settles on my ass and rides me deep, while I squirm with my thousandth orgasm bursting through me as his cock tears up my insides so perfectly.

As I scream into the sheets, Lixar rolls his eyes and keeps stroking his cock as he waits for Zarcar to unload. And then, “Oh, birdy,” Lixar leans down abruptly to whisper in my ear, as my body is thrashed into the sheets with Zarcar’s rough movements, “I thought you had a city to run, and here you are, still squealing over cock – interesting style of Empress reign – hmmmm?”

Argh.

I wanted to fuck them all day, after fucking them all night.

But. It. Was. True.

This must wait.

Zarcar hisses as he cums and then he pulls out, briefly allowing me freedom as he rolls off and Lixar lunges for my ass.

I’ve already spun with his movement however, and I swiftly claw a hand through Lixar’s cheek, “Enough.”

I splash some fire over Lixar’s head for good measure and he tumbles off the bed, to avoid ruining his precious hair, as it almost catches alight. Zarcar stands to clean off, totally relaxed.

“How are you preparing your first day, Empress?” Zarcar asks me while facing the bathing corner in Rey’s chamber. He asks the question slyly.

In truth, I know nothing about formal rule. I was going to wing it.

“I know what I must,” I answer back, also sly.

“You must visit the poor and the rich, those who will gossip,” Zarcar murmurs, kindly now, with less of an annoying smug tone, “…and introduce yourself… that is all…” he looks over his shoulder, “It’s easy. Chyronex.”

“Of course it is,” I stand and look at him, eye to eye, “I know it is. Easy. It is my destiny. Zarcar.”

“I believe it,” Lixar growls from the floor, rolling around awkwardly as he is putting on his breeches. I stand by him, and I place my foot on his cheek.

“Lick it, Lix,” I whisper at him.

Lixar glares at me with a challenge, and sucks boldly on my big toe. He purposefully slurps on it loudly before pulling off with a pop, wiggling his brows.

“I love feet, Empress, you mistake it for a punishment- ” Lixar tries to be smart while Zarcar scoffs and starts laughing arrogantly by the water.

“Fucking – !” Lixar almost lunges up, but I’ve quickly pressed my foot harder against his cheek. Lix glares up at me, submitting with clear frustration as he holds his tongue.

“You two need to separate today, you’re far too toxic together – Lixar, entertain Andoll today. You are her pet now, officially, on the side,” I take my foot from his cheek and Lixar sits up.

“Aye… I believe I was before though, anyway,” Lixar growls up at me, “Manipulative little witch, she is.”

“Your Queen,” I correct him.

“Chyronex,” Zarcar interrupts with a tough tone, for the sheer pleasure of taking my attention from Lixar, “I will advise you. As your Keeper. Get ready. You have a big day to ascension. Stop wasting time.”

I just nod at Zar, feeling slight waves of vulnerability thrash through my soul, as the lust fades, and I wonder if I can maintain control with my most demanding Mystifyer.

Zar turns back to the bath and Lixar replaces his feet to hobble out and replace Andoll.

I go to replace a dress in Rey’s cupboards, and I choose a pale ivory. It’s long and elegant. It has a perfect waist for the Torquem Steel to match it.

I lay the dress on the bed and I head over to my chosen mate.

I casually hop in the waters, to bathe within them, while Zarcar stands on the edges and continues to wash the sweat from his body.

We do not talk for a little while, as we are now alone, so I wade back into the water, into the far corner. I sit on a little bench in the baths, I sink below and I watch Zarcar look up.

“When you’re done, we’ll get going quickly… sweetheart,” Zarcar starts, quietly.

“…you love me…” I state it, but it’s stated as a question as well.

Zarcar nods, his black eyes catch mine, “You will hold your head high and take your position with grace. Swendula will love you with me at your side –”

“But do you love me, Zarcar?” I whisper, “You simply loved her first? The bitch?”

“A –” Zarcar almost responds too quick and smoothly, but at the last second he looks up and then breathes slowly. He drops to his knees and he leans his arms over the edge of the pool, crossing them, making the muscles bulge. We are more at eye level now, “…Chyronex.”

“…I’m listening,” I murmur with strength. Not a single tear in my eye. I knew he wanted to speak some hard truths. And I am ready to listen.

“This world will burn you, sweetheart – but burns don’t necessarily lead to death. We only die internally. Maybe from injuries. From bad decisions. From lack of skill. Yet. You have skill, a leader’s decisiveness, and never a scratch on your perfect body – ”

“Then fucking will be the death of me,” I hiss out, but I am both joking and serious.

“…it’s how I would have done it,” Zarcar murmurs seriously, looking at the water, and the slight ripple from a leg I just kicked out in frustration, then he looks up at me, after I’ve caught my breath and I stare him down, waiting for him to admit this further truth, “…I would have fucked you to your death during the Dark Ritual… beautifully painless… no blood… only a swapping of souls… I would have been careful at every moment –”

I can’t contain myself as I cut Zarcar off, furious, “I think I’ve heard enough –!”

“You are something special, Chyronex,” Zarcar is careful in his decision to return the interruption, “…deep down, I knew… you would foil that plan… you have a unique intelligence… and you are so young. You will survive many centuries. I know this. Now I do.”

“And when I replace a way to bring Aisha back? To challenge her?” I ask, with gritted teeth, as compliments mean nothing right now, “What then?”

His answer, however… it truly shakes me.

“You’ll die, Chyronex,” Zarcar murmurs, seriously, “Aisha plays dirty. Always has. She’ll threaten the one you love the most – and to save them you’ll be asked to lower your head for her sword. And you’ll be killed. I know her mind. I know yours. That is where you will lose. You cannot compete with her depravity.”

“And you love this?” I whisper.

“I love my Draconess,” Zarcar’s answer is obscure, but also so very clear, “We have our purpose. Don’t we. Kill the bad demons. You are evil at heart, Chyronex. Just like her. It might help you to know that, Viperae –”

“I said enough,” I snap now with my Draconess authority. Zarcar’s furious eyes fade as he must submit. I’m glad his mouth now closes, “Get ready,” I continue, now stone cold, “…and don’t ever talk to me about her again. Nothing of it is relevant… until the time truly comes.”

Zarcar knows this, too, and so he stands to get ready.

However, I am left with more questions than answers.