The events of yesterday were still a whirlwind in my mind. I couldn't fully process how I felt about everything that had happened to me. There was confusion, but also a sense of happiness. The king had been overthrown and was now forced to live like the rest of us. My fellow guardsmen were receiving training and meals, and even the servants were experiencing what it was like to have kind masters for the first time.
This morning, we gathered in the living area of our rooms for breakfast. As I knelt at their feet, they fed me until I thought I might burst from fullness. Then they allowed me to doze off on the couch. I worried about how much sleep I was getting, but when I brought it up to them, they simply laughed and told me not to worry. After all, I had been in such terrible shape before, malnourished and overworked. They assured me that with time, I would grow stronger and healthier. That's why they encouraged me to eat as much as I could.
When I woke several hours later, it was to the feeling of gentle hands caressing my body. Keeping my eyes closed, I savored the sensation as their fingers glided across my skin. Suddenly, there was a tug on my piercings, and I gasped in surprise. They weren't as tender today as they had been yesterday. Before bed last night, they had applied a healing balm to them, and today they looked much improved as my masters admired the intricate jewelry adorning them.
"Time to wake up, princess," a familiar voice crooned. I opened my eyes to see Malack kneeling in front of me, a playful smile on his lips.
He pulled me to my feet and helped me into the garment that bared my breasts. I looked down at myself and sighed, knowing this was as much coverage as I would get for now.
"Will I ever get one that covers me?" I asked wistfully.
"Not anytime soon," Malack laughed. "Come."
He led me out of the room and we walked through the corridors of the king's quarters, which were now becoming familiar to me. I had quickly adjusted to being barefoot, but I couldn't help but wonder how cold my feet would get in the winter. As we passed by servants, Malack greeted them cheerfully and took the time to get to know them, though their fear of him was still evident. He was surprisingly gentle with them.
We eventually reached an archway that led outside. My heart lifted at the thought of going to the gardens, but it soon became apparent that wasn't our destination. Confused, I followed Malack until we arrived at a training field used by the noble guardsmen. We watched as humans trained alongside their dragon counterparts, with Malack leading us up into a small set of stands to observe.
Taking a seat in the shaded portion, Malack pulled me onto his lap and I instinctively spread my legs over his muscular thighs and leaned back against his chest. I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as I watched the humans, glistening with sweat and fully engaged in their training.
Then my eyes fell upon Damien. He was shirtless, holding a sword and fiercely attacking his dragon partner. The dragon effortlessly blocked his blows until he finally managed to take Damien to the ground. As they both rose to their feet, their heads bowed and Damien nodded at something the dragon said. They repeated it again and this time Damien lasted longer before his sword flew from his hands. The dragon praised him, and I could see the pride beaming from Damien's face.
"I see you've found him," Malack whispered in my ear. "What do you think of him?"
"He looks well," I admitted.
"He's been training hard, which helps when he's had enough food to do the training. He's been on some light duties. Once he gains more muscle and weight, he'll be on duty full time. He's even rallied the other guardsmen, keeping morale up when they have been uncertain if we mean to provide what we promised. They are all doing so well."
We sat and watched for a long time. When Velack entered the training grounds and joined us in the stands, the dragon guards stopped the training. The humans took a break, catching their breaths, wiping the sweat off their faces, and drinking water. They talked amongst themselves for a bit before someone spoke to get their attention.
"Guards!" a man shouted.
"That's one of our commanders," Malack said, explaining. "He commands the guard who are here with us. Commander Rhodarik, though he goes by Rho, even to his men."
"We have special guests today," Commander Rho called out. "Their majesties, the dragon kings, are here to see our efforts to turn you into real guards. We are going to have a contest. You can choose to fight, or you may forfeit. However, if you forfeit, the forfeit is to the whole guard. So choose wisely."
The commander explained how they will be set up in pairs. They will fight each other, the winner getting to fuck the loser for a set amount of time. With each victory, that time will be extended. If they lose, they offer up their mouth or ass to the winner and they are out. The overall winner could challenge one king for the right to me. I gasped in shock at this revelation. I turned to stare at Malack.
"Relax, princess. None of them will beat us. We had to dangle something in front of them that they would work for."
"At most, we'll let the runner-up lick your pussy," Velack said, his voice thick with amusement and desire.
I turned back around and stared at the now empty grounds. I could feel my eyes were still too wide, and I was having a hard time controlling my facial reactions. Hands cupped my small swells and pushed them up as far as they would go. Then let go. Fingertips trailed my breasts as we watched people getting paired up. My back arched as fingers pulled at my piercings, pulling my nipple taut. Then the hands slowly grazed my skin from my ribs to hips. Always touching, always teasing.
The men were messing with their pants and I stared on, confused.
