The Dragon King

This is a fantasy piece. All characters are over 18 and all are in human shape for the fun stuff.

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We were all on edge. It was as if we could feel something coming but couldn't see it. Behind me, I could hear laughter and chattering over the music in the ballroom. Damian and I were on the west balcony. We were in our dress uniforms instead of armor because the royal elite didn't like the look of armor when they were drinking and eating to excess. I'd normally have a full set of knives strapped to my body, so only having my ceremonial sword at my hip unnerved me.

Before us, the mountains were shrouded in angry purple black clouds. We could see them swirling as the storm approached. Koryn and Jayl were station to my right, at the other set of doors. When I glanced over they were standing with their heads together, motioning at something in the distance.

"What is it that they see?" I asked Damien. Damien glances to the way I'm looking and back out at the horizon.

"There's nothing but weather..." Damian says slowly. I took a few steps away from my post.

"Shadows," I half whisper. There were shadows in the clouds.

"Wyn, do you think?"

Damien and I look at each other.

"Dragons," we say at the same time. We stood frozen for a moment. Maybe longer.

"Dragons!" Damien yells as he finally unfreezes. The call is taken up and there is shouting.

The music stops and there is screaming inside the ballroom where there was once laughing and music. I turn and run inside. Other guards are trying to herd all the nobles and royals out of the ballroom. Most are resisting the guards orders, some because they are drunk, others because they don't like being told what to do. The king sits on his pedestal, watching the chaos. He isn't my priority. That's for his personal guard to work out, thank the gods.

Instead, I go around blotting out candles and lights. Damien races to me and starts to help. We were maybe half way through the candles when the king starts shouting at his guards. I abandon the rest of the candles and run back outside. The guards have moved in and the guests were heading further inside and not outside. Excellent. I rush inside and bolt the double doors in front of me. It wouldn't do much, but it was better than being open. As I rush to the other set a huge body comes crashing through the windows and glass shatters all over me. I drop to the ground and roll to the wall. Small cuts all over my exposed skin stings and I hiss from the pain.

Before me a huge gray dragon has landed in the middle of the room and starts roaring and snapping at people are they panic. I was about to get up when a huge black dragon steps through the window, narrowly missing stepping on me. I heard a yell across the room and saw Jayl leap between the ball guests and the gray dragon. I jumped to my feet and sprinted for him. I glanced around the room looking for Damien but I couldn't see him.

Jayl was doing his best to hold off the dragon. I ducked under the tail as it swept across the room as the dragon snarled and snapped at Jayl. I screamed when the dragon managed to bite down on Jayl's arm, severing it. I slid between Jayl and the dragon, my sword pointed at the dragon. I realized too late that I had forgotten about the other dragon. A huge dragon paw slammed into me, sending me flying across the room.

My head hit the floor, causing me to see double. I curled into a ball as people walked over me and on me as they tried to get away. Hands grabbed my shoulders before pulling me up. Damien stood before me, looking me over.

"I'm okay," I rasped.

"Your arm," Damien said. I looked down and saw I had been clawed. I flexed my arm and winced. Damien released me to look at the wound. "It's not as bad as it look, it's just a bleeder."

"Right," I said. We needed a plan. There were more bodies on the ground and the dragons had multiplied since I took flight across the room.

"We might be able to make it out onto the balcony," Damien suggested. We looked to the doors next to us. They were broken but the way was clear.

"But we're supposed to-"

"What?" Damien demanded. "Die for them? They let our families starve and force us into the army or guard like it's out of good will instead of insuring they keep control of us. I don't think they'll survive, even if we stayed to fight."

He was right. They refused to help the poor in the city and kept those of us from poor families half starved instead of fed like the noble guards. I glanced up to see the King screaming at one of the dragons before taking a blow to the chest from a tail. Right. It was over anyway. The dragons too massive and too few guards. I turned to the balcony and watched in horror as the dragons outside turned into men. They were dressed in all black with the dragon kings crest on their chest.

We were so screwed.

Damien took my hand and pulled me toward away from the balcony. Before we made it three steps we got hit with a tail and flew against the wall, my head cracking against the wall. I crumpled to the ground, my eyes unfocused.

When I came back to myself, the room was quiet with nothing but sniffling and crying to be heard. I slowly sat up. Men dressed in black uniforms with the dragon king crest stood around the room. The nobles were clustered together across the room from me, clutching at each other. Damien wasn't with me. My eyes stung. I swiped my hand across my eyes and it came back sticky with blood.

Feet stopped before me and I looked up. A huge man with coal black hair and eyes stood looking down at me. He bend and hauled me to my feet and shoved me against the wall. He looked me over from head to toe. Then his hands ripped my uniform top apart, shredding it. Hands shoved me back against the wall when I fought back, my head smacking against the wall before I stopped resisting.

His eyes were on my torso. My chest was bound tight with cloth, since a corset wouldn't work under my uniform. He pulled my arms above my head and took both wrists in one hand and his other hand traced down my chest. His finger tips barely grazed the side of my breast and down to my ribs. His hands settled on my ribs, tracing them. Then he pulled me away from the wall and tore the uniform completely from my body, leaving just the white cloth that bound my breasts in place.

I was pulled around the room until I was thrown before the king. He glared down at me like all of this was my fault. I dropped my gaze to the floor, my arms going to my chest.

"Do you starve all your subjects? I could count her ribs from the other room," the man roared at the king. "Remove him from my seat."

Men hauled the king out of the throne and dragged him not too gently down the small steps that lead up to it. Then the man hauled me to my feet and pulled me up the steps with him. He turned us to face the room. He sat and pulled me on top of his lap.

"You may select your tributes," his voice rang out. The dragon king's guards went about the room and selected people. Strangely they didn't select any of the nobles. They selected from servers and guards.

I glanced around the room and finally found Damien. He wasn't one of the selected. He said with a few other guards and servers. He had blood running down his face too. His eyes met mine. He looked worried.

An arm snaked around my waist and pulled me until my back hit his chest. I still kept my arms pressed to my chest as his other hand gently rubbed my arm, pausing when I hissed as he touched the wound on my arm. He forced my arm up so he could look at it. My eyes went to my arm. It didn't look bad, honestly. Not even worth getting stitches.

His chest rumbled behind me as he called out and was answered. I ignored him as best I could and glanced around the room. Those selected as tributes sat at the edge of the room on their knees, heads down. Those were were left over from the servers and guards were also being shackled together. Arms behind their back with chains looping through to connect them to the person in front and behind them.

Damien was on his knees, head bowed as his arms were forced behind him and shackled. I was glad he wasn't looking at me. The nobles were forced to their feet, shackled and then led out of the room, the king glaring up at the man behind me as they were forced from the room.

"What will happen to them?" I whispered, almost not expecting an answer.

"Are you worried for them? You'll find out tomorrow," he said, dismissively.

A man approached with a cloth and bowl of water. He dipped the cloth and squeeze it before swiping at my arm. I hissed and tried to move away, but the arm around my waist tightened. It stung as he swiped the blood away. The bowl was tinged pink by the time he was done cleaning my arm. He spoke to the man behind me and I felt another rumble in answer behind me. Then the cloth swept over my forehead, cleaning the blood from my face. Then the man retreated.

The man behind me yelled something and his men cheered. I watched as the men went to their tributes and pulled them to the room. A scream went through the air as one girl's server dress was ripped from her body and her undergarments soon followed, until she was shoved to her knees, naked. Her hands tried to hide herself as the dragon guard started working at his buckle.

More cries went up as other suffered the same fate. Clothes were torn away, even from the men selected, until all the tributes were naked, some on their knees, some pushed to the floor.

"Do you like watching," the man said into my ear. I shivered at his hot breath on my neck. My heart hammered as fear swept through my body. My eyes wide as I watched as the tributes were forced to suck cock or were getting fucked on the floor.

My eyes flew to Damien. He stared back at me, fear in his eyes. There were guards at all the doors, those who hadn't selected a tribute. I was the last one left.

"Please," I whispered as his hand went from my arm to cup my breast through the bandages.

"You are bound pretty tight," he said into my ear. His free hand roamed the bandage, squeezing me when it came upon one of my breasts. His hand left me and motioned for someone. A man bounded up the stairs. "Remove her pants."

I kicked out at the man as he approached me. The arm squeezed my waist and his hand went to my throat, squeezing until I couldn't breathe. The man had no problem lifting my hips and removing my uniform pants. Then his fingers went to my underwear. They went down my hips easily as I struggled to breathe. I closed my legs as hard as I could as the man backed away. I was left with only the bandages over my chest that bound my breasts.

"Put your legs on either side of mine," he demanded. When I didn't move, he squeezed my throat tighter. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes and I shakily positioned my legs and let them dangle on either side of his massive legs. His hold loosened and I sucked in air. A cry left me when he spread his legs, forcing my legs to spread further apart.

I stared up at the ceiling, hoping that Damien wasn't watching, but knowing he probably was. His hand left my throat completely and back to my bound chest. He barked another order and someone approached, knife out.

"Stay still and he won't cut you," he said into my ear. His tongue darted out and traced the shell of my ear as the man slid the knife under the bandages and sliced through them easily. The knife slowly slid up until the bandages fell away from my chest. A sob escaped me as the man retreated and I was left naked. "Take hold of the arm rests."

Tears ran down my face as I forced my arms to my sides and under his to grip the arm rests. His hands slowly traced my body, from knee to shoulder, avoiding the junction of my legs and my breasts, though his finger tips grazed the side of my breasts on either side as they came up. After a couple of passes, my skin had goosebumps and I was starting to shake. I kept my eyes on the ceiling, head back against his shoulder.

The sounds of sex echoed through the room as well as conversations and laughter. The longer he waited the more I started to relax into him, growing tired. Both from holding myself rigid and the whole ordeal I had gone through that night. Then it happened.

His hands cupped by breasts and squeezed. I closed my eyes and worked on my breathing. He turned his lips and tongue back to my ear. His fingers played with my nipples as his tongue darted into my ear. A shiver rippled through my body. I whimpered when he pinched and pulled at my nipples.

"Please, don't," I begged, as a hand left my breast and trailed down my stomach and through the hair between my legs. His fingers slid between my folds before a finger found my entrance and pushed inside. I cried out at the intrusion.

"Your friend is glaring daggers at me," he rumbled into my ear. "Wonder what he'll do when I make you come in front of him."

"Please, don't," I whispered. He ignored my pleading. Instead his hand gripped the hair at the back of my head and forced my head down. I met Damien's stare. More tears fell down my face.

I arched my back involuntarily against his chest when his finger plunged deeper in me. His finger withdrew and came slowly up my slit until it rested on my clit. I closed my eyes as he swirled his finger around my clit slowly, agonizingly slow. His fingers dipped back inside me before swirling, slowly drawing a response from my body. When I opened my eyes again, I stared across at Damien. Damien's eyes were on the hand between my legs, watching I was slowly being finger fucked.

"I think he either wants to kill me or fuck you. I'm guessing he'd pick you," he said into my ear. He barked another order and I watched as one of the guards at the door went to Damien. He unshackled him and dragged him across the room to the stairs.

"You can fight me for her, or you can lick her pussy," the chest behind me rumbled. My breathing was becoming erratic.

Damien stumbled up the stairs and fell to his knees in front of me. He glanced up at me, my eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, Wyn." And then he leaned forward and licked at me. A laugh rang out from the man behind me as my partner, my friend, chose to bury his face between my legs.

His hands snaked behind my knees and drew my hips back, giving Damien full access to me. His tongue tormented me. I couldn't contain the whimper as his lips attached themselves to my clit and sucked.

"Hold her legs, don't let go." He didn't have to add the or else. I already knew what would happen. I took hold of my knees and kept my legs pulled to my chest. Then his hand tangled in Damien's hair. He controlled where his lips and tongue went. He pushed his head down until his tongue darted inside me and then further down until he lapped at my back entrance. I gasped and squirmed, trying to move away without legging go of my legs. His tongue swirled and lapped at me before probing at my puckered hole. Then fingers that didn't belong to Damien returned to my clit and I closed my eyes shut, desperate to ignore the pressure building inside me. I swallowed my whimper as I came.

"Good girl," the man behind me chuckled into my ear. "You can let go of your legs now."

Damien backed away, his eyes full of lust. I let my legs fall between the legs I sat on.

"Return to the other side of the room. You might get another chance if you don't screw up."

Damien stumbled backwards down the stairs and across to where he had sat previously. A guard waited to shackle him back to the group.

I was lifted as the man behind me stood and set me on my feet. Eyes turned to us as we stood. I felt him at his waist, pulling at his pants. The I felt his cock, hot against my ass. Feet kicked at mine until my legs were spread so he could guide his cock to my entrance. He slowly worked his way inside me until I felt him fully seated inside me. I fought not to squirm. Then he forced my chest forward, grabbed my upper arms and started to fuck me as everyone watched.

He started slow before working his hips into a frenzy. Conversations had ceased and all you could hear was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked me. I tried to hold all my whimpers in but before long I was whimpering with each thrust as his hips drove into me at a maddening pace.

"Oh, gods," I whispered as I realized that I was being pushed into another orgasm. I cried out as I came just before he cried out his release. His thrusts turned slow as he slowly worked himself inside me before completely pulling out, his seed gushing out and down my thighs.

Cheers went up around the room at the sight of me with his seed running down my legs.

"Good girl," He said into my ear before he swept me up into his arms as I shook. "Let's go get some rest."