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Woah…

I’ve never been more turned on in my life, my hands straining in their restraints. If I wanted to, I’d have broken through them and grabbed her, but this little teasing game of hers was too thrilling to put an end to it.

I have to see it through, even if it’s just to boost my ego. The human has decided to finally give in and not resist or defy me anymore. When she straightens up again, her eyes seek mine as she slowly sinks to her knees, hands resting on my thighs.

She’s watching me intently as her hands slide up to my torso, and continue traveling to my chest. She leans in, her hot breath fanning my lips with her ravishing scent as she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. While her fingers lay sot strokes of exploration on my exposed chest, she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

I might be the one whose wrists are bound, but Althea’s pause on my lips shows that I still have command of the kiss. I take the reigns given to me on a golden platter of her radiantly hazel eyes, and hungrily ravish her lips in a brutally passionate kiss that has my toes curling and breath snatched by the time I pull away.

Althea’s creamy skin is flushed when I leave her lips, her eyes unfocused as she pants. Her chest heaves as if she’s pushing it out toward me, and my fingers curl with the need to pinch andsqueeze her erect nipples. As if she’s the one who can read my mind, she lifts herself forward until her breasts are in front of my face, allowing me to bury my nose between them, inhaling deeply.

Her scent is intoxicating, the feel of her flesh addicting as she strokes my face, kissing me softly on the lips before running the tip of her tongue over my jaw. The licking and kissing are too sensational, heightening my arousal until I’m on the brink of bursting through the seams of my pants. Growling, I stifle the intense urge to rip out of the binds and turn heady eyes on Althea.

“Stop this teasing at once…” I grate, voice strained from having to control myself. “Do what you came here to do.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she whimpers before leaning back on her heels and tending to my belt and pants. When my cock springs out, hot and heavy, a sigh of relief escapes me involuntarily. The sigh turns into a lengthy moan when she takes my cock in her hand and wraps her lips around the bulbous crown. The lewd scene in front of my eyes is the picture of perfection as Althea slides her mouth over the girthy shaft.

She slides all the way down, swallowing every last inch of my cock until her nose presses into my pelvis. When she slides up and releases me with a lewd “pop,” she’s out of breath, eyes watering, and cheeks flushed.

I want to reach out and touch her cheek so badly, but I’m enjoying this game way too much. My cock twitches as if calling her mouth back to it, and I growl, “Take it, Althea.”

She does as she’s told, taking my cock back into her mouth and beginning a steady pace of bobbing her head up and down, her tongue flattened against the shaft as she takes all of me into her mouth. She doesn’t need to be told what to do,working magic that has me enchanted as she sucks and licks my cock perfectly.

I never thought that I would become so taken by a human, but watching Althea choke on my cock is the most mesmerizing scene I've ever witnessed, her beauty shining through her flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and tousled hair. My fingers pine with the need to card them through her hair, tingling with the height of sensation, but the excitement of not having such liberties is much more intoxicating.

Perhaps it's because right now, I'm at my human's mercy when I'm the one who's always in charge. Permitting her to take the lead gives me some much-needed relief from all the stress of being the king, and I might get used to doing this every now and then.

As she pulls her mouth to the tip of my cock, she curls her tongue, driving me over the edge with her teasing flick over the slit. She gathers the precum that just leaked out, then pulls off to deliberately showcase how she swallows the stickiness, licking her lips as if to foreshadow what she'll do with my cum.

Just as I had tasted her the night of the ceremony, then kissed her so she would taste herself on my tongue, Althea moved in and kissed my lips so I could taste the salty sweetness of my precum on her lips. I've never tasted myself before, not needing to perform such a lewd act. But with her, there's something overly thrilling about such a feat, and my cock swells with heat that has the veins mapping the shaft standing out.

“Althea…” I mewl, voice hoarse from how dry my mouth has become. It’s as if every particle of moisture has seeped into my scrotum, ready to burst at any given moment.

That moment comes when Althea slides her lips to the tip, circles her tongue around the sensitive crown, and finds that one spot that drives me wild.

“Althea…” I groan, wanting nothing more than to shove her head down and force my cock into her mouth. All I'm able to do is buck my hips, and it's Althea's cue to reclaim the crown first before purposefully taking the rest of my length into her mouth slowly. My belly tightens with a familiar knot, and I give one more thrust with my hips, filling Althea's mouth with all of me until she gags, and I spill inside her.

Hot ropes of cum fill her mouth, and she doesn't move, her cheeks hollowing to form a vacuum that milks me while her eyes, glossed over with tears, stare into my soul. She sucks the soul out of me, leaving me breathless as I groan and throw my head back.

Riding out my high as she carefully slips my cock from her mouth, my head lolls back, eyes closing to enjoy the waves of pleasure rolling over my body. The high is unlike anything I've felt before, every inch of my skin tingling with sensation. I make a mental note to allow Althea to take the reins every time I'm stressed out, since right now, nothing matters outside of me except this feeling of pleasure. Not even the kingdom is a concern, or the Wyrm, or…

Nothing.

I find myself on the precipice of utter bliss. The only thing missing is having Althea wrapped in my possessive arms, where we can both experience this feeling together. I want to pleasure her and make her feel as satisfied as I do now.

When I lift my head again, eyes heady and unfocused, my neck comes flush with a thin, sharp line of metal. It's a hot, scorching line where contact is made, and my innerdragon screeches with alarm bells to signal the presence of the dragonclaw.

The Dragonclaw Dagger…

A weapon whose blade had been forged in the fires of the crystal with the powerful, lethal herb. It's the only metal that can harm an immortal dragon, and immobilize it enough to kill it.

I'm not afraid of the weapon.

The only thing that strikes me is the sadistic glint in Althea's eyes, her lips peeled back in a manic smirk as she holds the dagger to my throat.

Chapter 15 - Althea

I swallow the salty-sweet mixture of Haidën's seed, becoming slightly dizzy as I get to my feet, using his thighs as leverage to guide me upright. His moans and groans fill my eardrums with unwanted sensations as if vibrating there to lull me into changing my mind.

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