The Dragon King Ch 07

The brothers were laughing and hugging each other playfully, hard thumps landing on backs. I was still sitting on the ground at the wall, trying my hardest to blend into the background before they saw me. My knees were tucked under my chin as I watched their greetings become a bit of rough horse play. They wrestled each other to the ground in what I imagine might be play fighting, thought I never had siblings or the time to do such a thing with.

The play left them all laying on the ground laughing as they caught their breaths. Then they were helping each other up. I hadn't seen Malack and Velack so happy before. They seemed to be a little bit more free than they usually were. But it all came to an end as they all turned to stare right at me.

"Come, princess," Malack called, holding out his hand.

"You bagged a princess?!" One of the new comers exclaimed.

"She's our princess, though not of the king's ilk," Velack explained as he chuckled.

Malack lifted one black eyebrow as I hadn't climbed to my feet yet. I hugged my legs harder as we stared at each other.

"She doesn't seem so inclined, brother. Maybe she needs a real drago--ooof." The other new comer said before being elbowed in the stomach by Velack.

"She's still skiddish," Velack said as he approached me.

Velack sank down, his butt to his heels, in front of me. His hand cupped my face and his fingers threaded through my hair. I closed my eyes at the touch and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Come now," Velack whispered so only I would hear. "It won't be so bad. Come meet my brothers."

Velack helped me to my feet and he didn't say a word has my arms were still clutched to my chest. Before we could step forward to go greet the brothers, Velack pulled me into a hug. His chin rested on the top of my head and his arms squeezed me tight. I let my hands fist into the material over his chest as I soaked in the hug. We just stood there. I was absorbed into his embrace and I didn't realize that I had started crying.

"All is well, little one," Velack whispered.

Malack stepped around us and his hand went to my exposed cheek and his thumb wiped away my trail of tears. Then Velack kissed my hair before letting go of me. Malack kissed my tear stained cheek before I turned to go meet more dragons. Velack through an arm over my shoulders and drew me into his side and I let my arm wrap around to his other hip.

"Wyn, these are my brothers. Morin and Strek," Malack said as he pointed to each brother in turn. Morin and Strek did not look like Malack and Velack at all. They had the same skin tone but their hair was white at the scalp before going ashy at the ends.

"They don't look like you," I half whispered and everyone laughed.

"No. They look like our great grandfather on our mothers side while we look like our dads side."

"We are sorry for making you upset," Morin started. Velack squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.

"That would be our fault," Velack said. "We've been pushing her a little too hard."

Morin and Strek looked me over, though their gaze never felt sexual as they took in my slight frame under the garment and my exposed chest. The corners of their mouths had turned down as they looked me over and I worked hard not to shift my weight from foot to foot at their expressions.

"She's barely more than skin and bone," Strek half growled.

"Most of them are. The king's people just about starved his whole country to death. But we are working on it."

We led the brothers inside and down several flights of stairs to get to the kings rooms. Only we didn't go in that set. We went into another one. Inside, it looked like a mirror of the one Malack and Velack had claimed. Soft plush furniture, tables, rugs.

"This was the queen's quarters when she lived," Malack told them.

Strek and Morin plopped down on the couch and put their feet to rest on the coffee table. "It's not so bad."

Malack and Velack sat in arm chairs on either side of the coffee table, leaving me standing awkwardly as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to be doing. When Malack held out a hand, I went to him and he helped me on his lap. I sat sideways across his lap and he tucked me into his chest, his arms closing around me as they chatted. The rumble of Malack's chest as he laughed or talked soothed me as I lay against him. I wasn't even listening as they talked and caught up. Malack's fingers threaded through my hair and I let my eyes drift close.

When I woke some time later, it was silent. Malack had slouched down against the chair so he could half lay back as I had napped against him. His hand was still idly playing with my hair as I stirred.

"Where'd everyone go," I said hoarsely, my voice thick with sleep.

"They washed up and Velack is showing them around. We'll see them at dinner."

I snuggled into him more and closed my eyes, though I was no longer sleepy. He kissed the top of my head before laying his cheek there. I felt him take a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"It's time to get up, princess. We have a bit of time to clean you up before dinner."

Malack helped me to stand before he got to his feet. He lead me down the hall and when I figured out where we were going, I was shaking. Malack opened the door and led me back inside the bath house.

"Don't fret, princess. You won't get pierced this time," Malack whispered in my ear. We were greeted quickly and I was led away. A older woman helped bath me and wash my hair before asking me to climb on the stone table.

I carefully eased a hip on it and it was already warm. I worked myself until I laid down on it but my body shook as I waited for what was really going to happen. The woman came back and her hands were slick with oil and she started massaging my body. She glided her hands over my shoulders, arms, and even breasts, though the touch was not sexual in the least. She then moved on to massage my hips and legs before spending time to work on my feet. I even moaned a bit when her fingers pushed hard into my arches.

"That's it," she murmured to me.

When I flipped to my stomach, she took her time to massage the backs of my legs, my ass cheeks and my back. She spent more time working on my shoulders before moving down my arms. I couldn't help the hisses as her fingers found painful spots.

"I know, dear, I know, but you'll be the better for it," she soothed as her fingers found more spots to work out.

Then she was done with the massage and helped me to my back. She left me there to lay against the warm stone. When she returned she held a garment that was not what I wore here. It was a deep red and shimmery. She helped me into it and it fit snug against me, though this one left my chest exposed as well. I ran my hands down the fabric and it was softest thing I had ever worn. Then I found myself in a chair in another room in front of the mirror. She gently brushed out my hair until the brush was gliding through easily. Then she put two large braids in my hair, one on either side of my head and turned the ends into a beautiful bun at the nape of my neck. I stared at myself in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize myself.

Her hands held something gold and shiny and then she was working something over the top of my earlobe. It was a beautiful piece of delicate gold vines that wound from the bottom of my earlobe to the top of my ear with tiny little leaves.

"They said no piercings and since you don't have your ears pierces, I thought this would completely the look," she said as she smiled at me through the mirror. Then she was placing another one on the other ear. They were beautiful.

Then I was on my feet and led back out to where Malack was waiting for me. They're eyes darkened with desire as they watched me walk to them in the deep red garment and my hair done up.

"Now you look like a princess," Malack said huskily. He took my hand and put it to the crook of his elbow and I started to feel a little like a princess, a princess who still had her breasts out for the world to see.

We walked through hallways and more than one person stumbled when their eyes caught sight of me. At first I was embarrassed but then Malack assured me it was because I was too beautiful for words. We took our time as we walked towards the ballroom and I felt nervous, but this time I wasn't shaking like I had before.

The ballroom was the same as before, tables lining the outside to allow the middle to be free. Though this time five chairs stood at the end of the room on the slightly raised platform. Morin and Strek sat on the outside chairs while Velack sat in a chair next to the center one. As we approached, Velack stood and pulled out the center chair for me. I sat.

"Why do I get the center chair? Shouldn't it be one of you?" I asked softly as people paid us little mind.

"We are dragons, princess. A chair means nothing. If we need to we will fight to show our dominance, not use a chair as a placeholder for power."

I watched as food was brought out and set on tables and cups appeared filled with sweet wine. I brought a cup up to my lips for a sip when Velack leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You look beautiful." Then he let his tongue trail over the jewelry over my ear before his tongue plunged into my ear. I almost choked on my wine and put it down with shaky hands as his tongue stroked and licked at my ear. I closed my eyes at the sensation. Gods, it shouldn't feel that good. I could feel my nipples puckering and getting tight.

Then he was gone and I was left feeling heated. From a kiss. To my ear.

"Are you wet, princess," Malack leaned in to ask as his finger tip lightly grazed a stiff peak. Heat bloomed over my cheeks and he laughed.

The dragons started putting food on plates and they loaded mine up with meat and fruit. I sat, unsure if I was actually supposed to feed myself. The dragons started eating and chatting to each other, leaving me to stare at my plate. I slowly grabbed a fork and plopped a berry into my mouth. I closed my eyes as the sweetness filled my mouth as I chewed. I ate much slower than the dragons, savoring the foods I never got to eat before now. I ate the meat and liked it but the fruit was my favorite. When I reached for more, Malack served me more and a couple slices of meat onto my plate.

Almost everyone else was done eating and they were drinking their wine. Voices full of laughter and cheer echoed around the room and I relaxed into the chair as I took my time to look around. I was halfway through my second plate when the doors opened and dragon guards hauled in a naked sobbing woman. She was on the slightly larger side and her normally shiny blond hair was dirty and messy. The guards tossed her to her knees before the kings.

"Belladra, your majesties. She tried to burned down the grain stores. She did manage to burn some of the grain."

I could feel the anger radiate from around the room.

"Do you know who she is?" Velack leaned in and asked.

"She's the king's niece," I whispered back.

"What kind of person is she?"

I stared at him, not sure what he was asking.

"She is cruel. She whipped her maids and withheld food."

One of the guards approached Velack when he signaled. I heard them whisper before the guard bounded back down and out of the room. The other stood guard over the girl as conversations picked back up, but the happy tone had dulled.

When three men entered the room, they pulled a pillory in with them. The girl watched wide eyed as they set it in the center of the room and then she started screaming and cursing as they approached her. She tried to fight them off, but there really was no resisting the strength those men posed. They pulled her over and locked her head and arms into the pillory. It forced to to bed over at the waist, letting everyone get a good look at her ass.

Malack nodded to the men and one stepped up with a cane in his hand. He brought it down hard and swift over her ass and she screamed in pain. She continued to curse them all but after the third strike, she was sobbing and her ass was dancing to avoid anymore strikes. She sobbed and screamed as three more strikes were placed over her thighs. Then she wailed as three more over her ass. Then the man slapped her hard six times in rapid succession and her screams became hoarse. Then they left her there sobbing as wine cups were refilled and dessert was brought out.

I had watched the whole thing frozen in my seat. Thoughts ran through me and I was pretty sure I never wanted to experience that. I jumped when a hand cupped a shoulder and I turned to Malack, my eyes still wide from what I had witnessed.

"Shhh, princess," Malack soothed. "You won't face the cane for us. Maybe a spanking but no where near like what she got. She did this to herself. They were warned what would happen if they were to do such things. She was told, princess."

They told her they would whip her and she did it anyway? Why would she do that?

"She did it because she still feels above reproach. She thinks she can get away with anything. Now she had her ass caned. Mildly, I might add as 15 strokes is barely enough for what she did. She will endure tonight for what she did and then she will return to work with a guard."

We watched two men approached her. A shot was administered into her arm and the other fitted her mouth with a ring and fastened it behind her head.

"What is that?"

"It prevents her from biting," Malack explained. "The men probably aren't feeling like she'll cooperated too much."

"And the shot?" I wasn't sure I really wanted to know.

"You'll see. It will make this night easier on her, however, it won't make it easy to remember later."

Then the man slammed his cock into her mouth and she made gurgle noises as he pistoned his hips in and out of her mouth. Soon her hips were gyrating as if she was desperate for stimulation. The other man had discarded the needle and ran his hands over her ass and then between her legs. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the hand slid through her now slick folds.

"We've thought about trying the shot on you," Malack confesses and my eyes tear away from the woman. He grins at me wickedly and palms himself through his pants. "And we still might."

I felt like my eyes were too wide and I turned back to watch. She had cocks going from both sides and her moaning was loud and desperate. She let out a gurgled scream as the man thrust deep into her throat and came. Then he was gone. She was left, mouth wide open and dripping spit and come, moaning as the cock inside her continued to pound into her without mercy. Then he too came and left her.

She was left in the middle and she moaned out her agony as she was left untouched as people chatted around her. I finally drew my attention away from her as something was put on a tiny plate in front of me.

"What is that?"

"It's a sweet bun," Malack said. "Your kind is so clever with baking."

This time Malack didn't let me feed myself. Instead he used his fingers to tear small bites apart and push them into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his finger to get all the sticky sweetness off his finger before chewing and swallowing.

"Eeaas!" The woman wailed. Some laugher rang out before something got up and approached her.

I watched as he approached her from the back. His hands trailed down her back to the red marks on her ass and thighs. Then he spanked the welts. She screamed as he spanked her twice more. Then he worked his cock out of his pants and pushed it in her ass. She screamed as he pushed in. But soon, she was swirling her hips on his cock as he stayed still, making her do the work. He'd randomly slap the marks on her ass and she'd wail as she worked her hips against him, trying hard to find a release.

"Her body will be hot and needy," Malack whispered. "She's desperate to come. But once won't be enough. There won't be enough until the drug has gone out of her system. She'll let herself be used in anyway that might help get rid of the fire inside her, but it won't help."

Malack gently pushed another bite into my mouth and I suckled his finger, but he didn't take it out. Instead, I swallowed my bite around his finger before he slowly pulled it in and out of my mouth.

"And now, you are sitting here. You are eating good food and she is there, the entertainment for the night. She will remember walking in and seeing you in her place and how far she has fallen. And maybe, she will see one day that it was her actions and of those around her that got them to where they are now."

We ate and watched. After she endured several fuckings with no release, she was let out of the pillory, her hands bound behind her back and led over to men sitting at the tables. We watched as she willingly sank down on cocks and rode them hard trying to reach her climax and wailing when she didn't when they grunted out their release. She was crying and drooling when someone had her sink down on their cock in her ass. She rode men until she couldn't get enough power in her legs and then she was bent over the table and then she was moaning and whimpering as they fucked her hard.

They waited and waited. Then finally, after all the tables were cleared of food and cups, they laid her across the table, giving the dragon kings and I a clear view of her wetness and they roughly worked her clit and hands fingered her hard and we watched as she screamed as she came over and over, spraying the men in front of them as her hips bucked wildly as they refused to let up. I sat transfixed as I remembered I had done the same thing, only I hadn't come like that over and over until I was as delirious as she was.

Then they left her as she struggled for her breath on the table. My hands gripped the arms of my chair until my knuckles had turned white. Guards let her rest a bit before they got her up and escorted them out with the ring still in her mouth and come still dripping out of her.

"Well, party is over for us," Velack said and all four brothers got up. Malack pulled my chair out and helped me to my feet.

My steps were a bit unsteady as we walked out of the room. There were some things I had watched that I never wanted to experience, but I didn't want to admit there were some parts that had me watching with rapt attention. As we walked I could feel the wetness between my legs and I was hoping to be able to clean myself up before any of the men with me noticed.

They talked amongst themselves as we moved through the hallways and I was left to my own thoughts. My life could have been much worse. They hadn't used that drug on me. Imagining the shame that would flood me after would be worse than what I had already experienced. I'm sure of it. They had teased me, coaxed my body, but they had never hurt me. Sure, a sting here and there and the piercings, but they hadn't really had hurt me.

We got back to the rooms and I quickly made my way to the washroom and closed myself inside. I poured water into a basin and used the water to wash my flushed face. The cool water felt good. I hadn't heard the door open and I squealed as hands touched my back.

"Sorry, princess," Velack murmured. His hands soothing my back.

He took a cloth and helped me dry the water off my face.

"Feel better?"

"A bit," I admit.

When my face was reasonably dry, Velack slowly stalked me until my back hit the wall. His hands framed my face as my hands went to his chest. I wasn't sure if I wanted him closer or to push him away. Everything that I was feeling was confusing. Then his head dipped and he kissed me. Gently. His lips teased and coaxed mine until my mouth opened for him and his tongue explored my mouth. I felt my chest heave with effort as I struggled to control my breathing. A hand reached down and pulled my hips to his and I felt his cock under his pants. The hardness pressed into me as I felt myself get warm all over.