The Dragon King Ch 02

All characters are over 18. All sex is in human form. Brief m/m stuff.

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I woke early and disoriented. I forgot where I was. The body behind me squeezed me before he shifted and got out of bed. The glow of yellows and oranges lit the room in the predawn light. Last night slowly came back to me. Embarrassment caused my face to heat and I buried my face in the pillow. When we got back to the room he commandeered, he had pulled me to bath that was still steaming and put me inside. He sat outside and washed me, every inch, before pulling me out and putting me in the bed.

"There will be punishment if you leave this bed before I return," he had promised last night. So I stayed. I could hear him as he climbed in the bath and washed himself. I had managed to doze off when he crawled into bed and pulled me against him. Then we slept.

I heard a knock and the door open and close. After a few moments, the scent of fresh coffee wafted over to me. It smelled better than the stuff they had in the barracks. I cried out as the covers were thrown off me and the cool air hit my skin.

"Come, get some breakfast," the man said.

"Can I get some clothes," I asked. He laughed. He had pulled on a pair of pants but no shirt. He was barefoot. But he had pants on.

"Later." He pulled me out of bed and walked me to the sitting area. A tray sat on the table. It had a pot of coffee and several dishes of food. "I didn't know what you'd like so I ordered a few of your local staples."

"We usually got a cup of weak coffee and a hunk of bread for breakfast," I told him honestly. His eyes drifted down to my ribcage and lingered. Then he left me at the couch and went to the door. He spoke briefly to the man out there before returning.

"Then we shall see what you like," he decided. He loaded up a plate with a bit of everything and handed it to me. Then he gave me a cup of coffee.

I sat the plate on my lap awkwardly. It was awkward being naked and eating breakfast. I took my first bite of meat, chewed and then I couldn't help myself. My hunger took over and I barely tasted anything on my plate as I devoured it. When my plate was cleaned off, I reached for the coffee. When I looked up and saw him watching me, not eating, I froze.

"How did they expect you to protect them if you were starving?" He asked very casually.

"I don't think they did. We were the first line. The royal guards got training and better gear. We were the ones they stationed around outside or along the walls. Or we lined the streets if they decided to ride through the city," I told him.

"What's your name?"

I let my hand drop to my lap, my coffee forgotten.

"Wyn," I told him, barely above a whisper as I stared at my empty plate.

"Wyn?"

"Wynira, but no one calls me that," I replied. My hands rubbed my arms as a shiver went through my body.

"Do you know who I am?" I shook my head. I wasn't sure. "Did they tell you anything about us?"

I shook my head again.

"So you know nothing about the treaty and the crimes your king has committed," he said. I shook my head.

"No but it wouldn't really surprise me."

"I can see that it wouldn't. I am Malack."

The name didn't mean anything to me. At my blank stare he laughed.

"You really have no idea," he said as he continued to laugh. "I am the dragon king, Wyn."

I felt all the blood drain from my face. Before I could decide how else to react, there was a brief knock and two men stepped inside. My hands flew to cover myself the best I could.

"The former king demands an audience," one of the men said.

"I bet he does. What about."

"It seems he's unhappy with the breakfast and accommodations they were provided."

Malack laughed.

"I'll be out shortly," Malack said as he finished eating.

The other man handed him a white garment and then they both left.

Malack took the plate from my lap and stacked it on the tray. Then he handed me my cup of coffee and waited patiently as I worked up the nerve to move a hand that covered myself to take the cup. When my fingers closed over it, I wrapped both hands around the hot cup, soaking in the warmth. I sipped at the cup while Malack finished dressing.

"I have to go see to some details," Malack said as he moved the tray from the table and set it on a chair. I handed him the cup when he reached for it. "Lay down on the table."

He stared at me and waited. I slowly stood and laid down on the table, my hands covering my breasts as my head lay by his legs. I flinched at the door opening. The two men from earlier entered.

"Perfect. Let's get her situated before I head out."

They handed Malack cord. Then they situated themselves around me. My legs were forced back until they were by my sides, rolling my hips up off the table. Then they got to work tying me down. They ignored my pleading. Then my arms were forced over my head and tied together until my arms were bent over the table at the elbows. Then a strip of cloth was shoved in my mouth and tied around my head.

Malack stared down at me, admiring their handy work. His fingers grazed my skin before he bent over, plunged his finger inside of me and forced his tongue into my mouth. Then he tore away.

"Remember, not too much fun. Just enough to get her going."

"We remember."

Then Malack was gone. I was left alone with two men. They sat and carried on a conversation as if I wasn't tied to the table, spread open. They got up when there was a knock at the door and they returned. With Damien. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe.

"Warm her up for him, boy," they said, laughing as he dropped to his knees at the end of the table. His gaze stared down at my spread legs, staring at the core of me.

"I'm sorry, Wyn," Damien whispered before he bend down and lapped at me. The men sat at the chairs around us and watched.

I closed my eyes and worked on breathing. His tongue circled my clit, down to my entrance and back up. Then he dipped his head down and lapped at my puckered hole. I fought to keep from moaning, but I failed. His tongue lapped faster, my moaning encouraging him. I strained against my bonds as he slid a finger inside me, slowly pushing it in and out of me as his tongue lapped at my ass.

One of the men leaned forward, whispered in Damien's ear and his eyes widened before flicking up to look at me. Then his finger withdrew before his lips attacked to my clit and his finger probed at my ass. My protest never made it past the gag in my mouth as he worked his finger inside my ass. I strained against my bonds as he pushed his finger all the way inside me.

Every time I was close to coming, the men would say something to Damien and he would back off. I was shaking and about out of my mind by the time Malack returned.

"How is she?"

"She should be ready."

"And him?" The men laughed.

"Maybe ready."

Damien looked up as the two men pulled him away. When given the order to strip, Damien quickly undressed. His erection bobbed proudly as he got rid of his pants and stood before me.

"She's not for you, pretty boy," one of the men said, laughing. They pushed him to his knees as they worked their pants loose to work their hard cocks out of their uniform. I watched as one man shoved his cock inside Damien's mouth before Malack pushed his cock inside of me. I came at the first brush of his fingers against my clit.

Malack forced my face up to look at him, pulled the gag out of my mouth and then his mouth claimed mine and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me hard as he fucked me. His hips slammed down hard on mine. One hand still worked at my clit, working me toward a second orgasm. He swallowed my cry as I came.

I heard a cry and ripped my mouth away from Malack. They had Damien on all fours. He had a cock in his mouth and the other was working his cock into Damien's ass.

"He has to pay a price for what he wants," Malack said into my ear. I watched as Damien took the cock all the way inside his ass. He cried out around the cock as the man started to pump his hips, working his length in and out of him. Damien's cock stayed erect as they used him.

"One day he's going to get his wish. He'll finally get to fuck your cunt."

I looked back at Malack, my eyes wide. He grinned down at me before he captured one of my nipples in his mouth and suckled hard. My back arched as he used his teeth and tongue against my nipple, his other hand pinching and pulling at the other while never slowing the thrust of his hips. All of the sensations assaulted my body and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will it all away.

Lips found mine. He kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth. I wasn't sure when I started to kiss back, but I did. And then it was me who swallowed his grunts as he came inside me. His hips stopped and then his kisses turned gentle. I opened my eyes as he pulled back. He went to his pants and pulled out a knife and started to cut me free.

My body was stiff from being held in place and he had to help me stand. I looked over and Damien was collapsed in a heap with the two men, one petting his hair, the other his back as they lay on the floor.

"He'll be fine," Malack said as he pulled me away into the changing room. There was no tub of hot water waiting. Instead, there was a pitcher of fresh water. "I'm sorry, but it's going to be cold."

Then Malack took the pitcher, poured water into a bowl and used a cloth to wash me. It was cold and my skin pebbled from the chill. He was gentle as the cloth ran between my legs, cleaning up his seed and then ran over the rest of me after he rinsed and rang out the cloth. With a command to stay put, he left me standing there naked and shivering. When he returned, he had put on his pants and had the white garment that was brought earlier hung over his arm.

At his urging I raised my hands and he slipped the garment over my head and let it fall down my body. It was light weight but it was clothing. When he pulled me in front of the mirror, I gasped. It was sheer enough you could see the color of my nipples and the hair between my leg under the dress. The fabric split down both sides of my legs. The fabric tapered in front of me, barely covering the junction between my legs. The front of the garment dipped slightly between my breasts, showing off the slight curves. Malack grabbed my arms and held them to my sides. My eyes met his in the mirror. Mine wide, his held laughter. Then his head dipped to my ear.

"Look how beautiful you are," he whispered, sending more shivers down my spine as hot breath hit my ear. "You will be the envy of all the tributes after a few good meals."

He held my gaze as his face dipped further, running open mouthed kisses along my neck. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest as I felt my nipples harden.

"Come," Malack said. "They'll need to clean up your friend before he reports for guard duty."

I stumbled at his words.

"Guard duty?"

"Yes. He isn't a tribute. He'll be added to the dragon guard. He'll get proper training, weapons, armor and best of all, food."

I stumble out into the bedroom behind Malack. Damien stood with the two men, eyes cast down, refusing to look at me. Then they are shut in the room. Malack left me standing as he went to redress.

"Are you ready to see your king?"