Chapter Eleven

Lysa

I slept in Drake’s lap the entire way back to the castle. I was exhausted from so many different things and his comfort is next level soothing. I swear, I could live and die in this man’s arms. I didn’t even wake up until he laid me on the bed. I thought he was going to go and do other things, but he undressed us both and we took a nap together. Now, I am lying in his arms with my face buried in his chest.

I could be sweet and wake him with gentle kisses, but I want to get fucked by him again. I love how he uses me with no regard for my comfort because he knows I can take it, and I will love every moment of his cock wrecking my insides. I cannot wait for him to fuck me shifted. I reach down and take his cock into my hand to make slow strokes. Seconds later his eyes snap open and he growls as he rolls and pins me to the bed with my arms above my head.

“Hi,” I smile sweetly .

“My needy little queen… Always wanting to be filled,” he says as he slowly pushes into me.

“Both,” I groan. “I want both.”

“When I give you both, I plan to take you for hours,” he says. “I will fuck you unconscious and you will wake with me still fucking your tight little body. I will be rough and have no mercy for you.”

“After the meeting,” I say. “I want to fight you, but I want to lose. Show me how good violence can feel.”

“If you give me that permission, I will absolutely make you beg me to stop,” he says.

“Before we go to war, I want everything you have to offer. Everything, Drakarus. Channel every bit of stress and built-up anger into me as if I was disposable.”

“Why?” he asks.

“You relieve stress by violently fucking me. I relieve stress by getting violently fucked by you. I am taking on the source of my trauma with this war. I will battle everything I have ever known. I need to go into this with a clear mind or I will get distracted by the memories. I need you to take away those memories and I trust you with my life,” I explain.

“Okay,” he says. “After the meeting when I tell you to run… Run. ”

“Are you going to fully shift?” I ask. “Pretty sure I should go outside for that.”

“Just partially,” he says. “I plan to take you shifted during war.”

“That’s one way to get me excited for war,” I say with a grin. “Are you going to make me wait?”

“Yes,” he smirks.

“Sir, you already have your dick inside of me,” I frown.

“Is that frustrating, Little Flame? Having my cock stuffed inside of you, unmoving?”

“Yes,” I say.

“We need to get to the meeting,” he says with a devious smile as he pulls out of me and stands.

“Asshole,” I complain. I squeal when he suddenly rolls me and smacks my ass seven times.

“Anything else to say, Lysa?” he asks, daring me to keep being a brat.

“Fuck you, dragon boy,” I laugh.

“Sixteen. Keep it up, brat,” he says. “Count. ”

“What?” I laugh.

“Count or you’ll get edged sixteen times instead,” he warns. “Count.”

“Okay. Okay,” I laugh. He smacks my ass and I start counting. “One….”

Each one is harder than the last and the burn he is causing on my ass is intoxicating. I never knew how much getting spanked would turn me on, but I am whimpering and panting through each firm smack to my ass. When I count out the last one, he gently peppers my burning skin with kisses. “Next time I won’t be as nice,” he promises as he pulls me up to stand. “We should get dressed.” I smile sweetly at him before we get clothes on. He chooses a long, loose dress and he puts on simple slacks and a dark red shirt to match me. Once we are presentable, we walk hand in hand to the main level.

“Hey,” Eyrx says when we walk into the large meeting room. “Have a good nap?”

“We did,” Drake says.

“Have you developed a mind link yet?” he asks.

“Not yet,” Drake replies. “I think after mating partially shifted might trigger it.”

“Mind what?” I ask.

“Basically, you’ll be able to talk to each other in your minds no matter where you are,” Eyrx explains. “All dragons can link, but mates have a stronger link. You already share emotions like joy and arousal, but this link will allow you to feel what he is feeling.”

“So, if he jerks off, I’ll know?” I ask, and Eyrx laughs.

“Yes, and you’ll probably come with him too,” he says.

“Hmmm,” I say as I smile at Drake.

“Brat,” Drake says. “Have you not learned a lesson today?”

“I’m curious,” Julianna says as he walks up.

“I smarted off and got a spanking,” I shrug.

“Ah, that’ll do it,” she laughs.

“Come sit,” Drake says. He leads me to the head of the table and sits and pulls out his cock. When he motions for me to turn around, I groan and complain but do as he says. He slides his hands up my dress to grab hold of my hips and hauls me into his lap.

“Oh Gods,” I gasp when he slams me down on his cock.

“Don’t move and don’t come. Understand?” he asks me quietly, whispering in my ear.

“Mhmm,” I whimper. He kisses my shoulder and moves my legs to drape over his so I can lay back on his chest. Everyone is watching us, but no one is fazed. Not even my parents. This must be a very regular occurrence in Vulkara for no one to bat an eye at me sitting on a cock, or maybe they just know better than to question the king.

“Good evening, everyone,” Drake says as he rests his hand on my bare thigh under my dress. He rolls us closer to the desk and acts as though his monstrous cock isn’t buried inside of me. “As you all know, Thalorin has broken the treaty. Based on that, I am proceeding with declaring war. As I stated earlier today, I have every intention to seek justice for my mate, and her biological parents. We learned after my statement that Lysa’s biological parents did manage to get to safety here but were unable to get back to her. Unika was severely injured when Balor had to make the tough decision to save her and leave Lysa behind. I want to stress that in no way are they responsible for Lysa’s abuse and have reconnected. Together they are seeking revenge for their upbringing and ultimately their separation.”

“When will we attack?” Keril asks.

“That is what this meeting is about,” Drake says. “The citizens of Thalorin are not our target. We want to give them an opportunity to get to safety before we attack. Ultimately, that is here in Vulkara. I will be opening the wall to allow anyone who wishes to join us. We have the resources to take on all of them comfortably, so I want them to have that option. By the end of this, I want the walls down and Lysa and myself to rule over all.”

“How can we get that message to the citizens of Thalorin though? Balor asks .

“Flyers,” I choke out.

“Come again?” Keril asks.

“She can’t,” Eyrx chuckles.

“Shut it, ham hock,” I frown.

“Brat,” he mutters.

“Flyers,” I repeat louder. “I can project memories onto them. Let them see what their leaders have done and leave them with a simple message to explain where to go for safety. We just fly over and dump them. Rystar, Isolde, and Aldric are more than likely in hiding, so the citizens are being left to fend for themselves anyway.”

“I could help project them,” Mom says. “We can work together and put all the knowledge into them. The moment they touch it, they’ll know. Anyone they encounter will also know. You and I can fly with Drake and your dad. They can get low enough and we can toss them.”

“I nearly died flying with Eyrx,” I laugh.

“You were incredibly weak,” Eyrx says. “We can be more prepared with a saddle also so you will be far more stable than before.”

“What happened?” Drake asks.

“I fell off,” I laugh. “I hadn’t eaten in days, and I still had the potion in my system that Petra gave me. Eyrx caught me, obviously. Then he went after my teddy bear that mom gave me as a kid. That’s how it got his spit all over it.”

“I washed it myself,” Eyrx laughs. “You’re hung up on the spit.”

“You did that?” Drake asks.

“He’s a terrible kidnapper. He’s too nice,” I remark and lay my head back on Drake’s shoulder.

“Then this is what we will do,” Drake says. “Tomorrow, Lysa and Unika can work on the flyers. Tomorrow night, we will go to the wall and camp. The following morning, we will take flight to Thalorin. We will hit all major cities before returning to the neutral zone to set up headquarters. Once we get an idea of who is choosing to come here, we will plan further… Keril, I want you with us. Juli, I want you to help them with actually throwing the flyers. Nobles, I want you to delegate someone to act on your behalf here so we can keep things running smoothly. I want every one of fighting age without small children ready to fight, so they need to be at the wall with us tomorrow night.”

“What is the minimum age?” Keril asks.

“Twenty, for now,” Drake says. “If things become dire, we will take sixteen and up as well as the remaining ones who are of fighting age. I want to prevent taking parents away from children, but I don’t want there to be any chance that the Thalorin government gets here. Ignisium is something we can use but can be dangerous if they get ahold of it. I want plenty to spare for any hybrid witch. We will ensure to keep plenty with us for Lysa as well. I don’t care what anyone has to do, I do not want the enemy getting even a shred of that element.”

“Yes, Sir,” Keril says. “I uh… have a confession.”

“Oh?” Drake asks.

“I was… instructed to take Petra, the servant that was helping Lysa, to the neutral zone but…. I brought her here…”

“You did?” I ask happily.

“She’s your mate,” Eyrx says. “I thought I saw that connection when you two met. Where is she?”

“At our home,” he says.

“She is welcome to join us as well,” Drake says. “Fresh mates need to be together anyhow. It will cause you far less stress. Congrats, man.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Keril says with a bright smile.

“The servants know everything,” I say. “She can probably give more insight as to what exactly happened.”

“I’ll have her here first thing in the morning. She’s been a bit shaken from the change, but I think she will talk knowing Lysa is safe.”

“I can only imagine what she endured,” I say .

“Similar to you,” Keril says. “Only it was every male noble that came into the castle. Aldric has a lot of sympathizers that will cause a lot of issues.”

“We need as much information as we can get going into this, so whatever she can give us will be helpful,” Drake says. “I don’t want to push her if she isn’t ready, so make sure she knows that she is under no obligation to open those wounds for me. Okay?”

“I will, but she will reopen them for Lysa. She cares deeply about her,” Keril says.

“When did she become a servant there?” Mom asks.

“When I was ten,” I say. “She was the one who they had trying to help me develop powers. She turned into the one who would tend to me after any of the rapes or beatings.”

“Ah, yes. I remember her from your memories,” she says. “I would love to meet her.”

“I will pass that along,” Keril smiles.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s call it a night. I will see everyone tomorrow for the journey to the wall,” Drake says. “Now, if you’ll excuse me… I have a mate to hunt.”

“And on that note… We are going to bed,” Mom laughs. Drake stands us up and we all walk out to go our separate ways .

We get to our wing of the castle, and he stops. “What?” I ask, turning to look at him. He smiles innocently before grabbing the front of my dress and ripping it off my body.

“Run,” he says simply.

“Oh, shit,” I laugh before turning on my heels and sprinting down the hall. I hear him snarl and huff behind me, so I keep running. His claws are digging into the walls and floor as he chases me, and I realize that he’s more than partially transitioned. Before I turn a corner, I glance back at him, and he is almost completely shifted. I squeal and jump away from him, and he swipes at me. I turn to run from him again but slam into Eyrx and Julianna.

“Sorry, Witch. I’ve been waiting for this,” Eyrx says with a grin as he shoves me backward toward Drake.

“No! You ass!” I squeal when Drake catches me in his claws and shoves me down to the ground.

“You thought you could escape me, Little Flame?” Drake growls in my ear as he shifts back a bit. His wings are gone but he’s still much bigger than usual. His scales scratch against my skin as he pulls me up to my knees while keeping my chest pressed against the cold floor. “You’ll never escape me. You’ll spend the rest of your life being chased by me, Lysa.”

“Fuck, you’re going to wreck me,” I whine .

“The harder you fight, the harder I fuck,” Drake growls. “So, fight me, Little Flame. Let me make you beg for mercy.”

I immediately start fighting against his hold and thrashing to get out of his grip. “Let go!” I yell at him. Drake lets me wiggle free just enough that my knees are under me more as I try to crawl away from him.

“No! Wait!” I scream as he digs his claws into my hips and pulls me back. I don’t want him to wait or stop. I want him to fuck the life out of me. I want everything with no mercy. I wiggle my ass, and he growls and presses his cocks against me. “Drake, wait! Please!”

With no warning and harder than I expected, Drake surges into me. He completely fills my pussy and ass simultaneously and I scream and claw at the floor to pull away from him. He has a tight grip on me as he starts to pound into me. I can’t breathe with how full I am. Each time he bottoms out, it forces a shrill scream out of me. It doesn’t hurt at all, but the pressure is immense, and the pleasure is overwhelming. His strokes are punishingly deep but slow. As he quickens his pace I fight more.

“Wait, please,” I beg. “Too deep… Gods, no. Too much.”

“Shhhh, Little Flame. Be a good little fuck toy and shut up,” he hisses.

“Fuck you,” I grunt as he snaps deep inside of me.

“Fuck me?” he laughs .

“Drake, please,” I moan, and an orgasm starts to creep in. He’s holding back. I know he is. I’m sure he fears triggering something from my past, but I want this so badly. Drake abruptly flips me and gets a tight hold on my waist before lifting me from the ground. He is kneeling and sitting back on his heels so when he slams me down on his cocks, he turned me into a literal fuck toy.

I grab hold of his wrists as he violently fucks me. He is staying still while moving my body effortlessly. He is easily able to maneuver me as if I actually was an inanimate object that he was using to pleasure himself. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck, Drake!” I cry out as he uses me. I can no longer continue this facade that I don’t want this because I absolutely do.

“Fuck, I love this tight little pussy,” he growls.

“Gods, I love it. I love you. Please, fuck me harder,” I moan. My eyes snap up when I realize what I’ve said but he smiles.

“I love you,” he says. “Come with me, my Queen.”

He suddenly starts to move my body insanely fast to stroke his cock with my pussy and ass. My eyes roll back as an orgasm rips through me. I immediately get lightheaded from the intensity and my body weakens as he approaches his own release. I quickly fade away in his arms and my body goes limp. The pressure inside of me never dissipates and I am suspended in pleasure as I remain minimally aware of my surroundings .

I gasp and my eyes snap open as an animalistic moan pounds out of me. My chest is pressed into the bed and my ass is up in the air. My pussy and ass are filled, and Drake is violently slamming into me at a speed that is punishing. He has his claws dug into me in the moment he realizes that I’m awake, pain tears through my belly as his barbs and scales dig in.

“Fuuuuck,” I scream out. “Yes. Gods, yes. Harder. Please. Please, fuck me harder.”

Drake pushes deeper as he rails me into the bed. His barbs and scales feel like they’re ripping me apart, but I keep coming on an endless loop. Drake snarls as he bites my neck, his sharp teeth sinking deep into my flesh and he drinks from me. A blinding light floods my brain, and I am suddenly brought into convulsions as he explodes inside of me. I can feel each and every twitch and every drop of his come as it fills me with more force than I expected. When he pulls out of me, the convulsing doesn’t stop, and he panics.

I can hear his every thought, and his panic causes my own to surface. I can’t make it stop, but I don’t know what’s wrong. I can hear him mindlink the others for help as he wraps me in a blanket and cradles my body. He holds me close to his chest and tries to calm himself.

“What’s wrong?” Mom says .

“She won’t stop. I don’t know what’s wrong. She’s fine until… I don’t know what to do,” Drake says with clear panic in his voice.

“It’s the mindlink, Drake,” Dad says softly. “She’s just sensitive to rushes of power like that.”

“Why won’t she stop?” Drake asks.

“You need to calm down, Drake. She is feeding off your panic,” my mom says. “She is a strong witch, and you are a powerful dragon. You two have a strong bond so you two have to be calm if you want the other to be calm. Just breathe.”

“Fuck. Okay,” Drake sighs. He buries his face in my hair, and I hear his voice in my head.

“ I love you, Lysa. Relax with me, ” he speaks softly through our link.

“I love you too,” I respond. “ I’m sorry I scared you.”

“There ya go. See?” Mom says when I finally stop convulsing and turn into him. We sit like this for a moment before Drake lifts my chin.

“I’m sorry I made you panic. I should have known,” he says.

“You’d figure I’d be the one who got traumatized from that, but it was you,” I say, and he chuckles. “It’s okay. We are learning together.”

“You two are freaks,” Eyrx says. “I love it.”

“I think I should say something,” I say cautiously. “You’ve seen it in my memories but… I’ve never told anyone aloud.”

“What is it?” Mom asks.

“I am sterile,” I say.

“What?” Drake asks.

“Isolde did a sterilization spell on me when I was ten years old,” I say. “She didn’t want to chance that Rystar or Aldric got me pregnant. They also didn’t want me to create another useless witch apparently.”

“Baby, you’re not sterile anymore,” Mom says. “When your powers came in, it healed you. It healed everything bad that they did to you. This includes that sterilization spell.”

“So, I’m…? Lately I forget about being sterile but… are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes,” she smiles. “Every dragon can sense it.”

“What?” I ask.

“Female-born dragons give off a pheromone that indicates that she is mated but not successfully bred yet. If you were sterile, we wouldn’t smell it. That’s how everyone knows who can reproduce and who cannot,” Eyrx says. “You might not be able to shift, but you have all the same senses as we do. It will take you a while to separate everything to know what is what, but you’ll get there. ”

“What do I smell like?” I ask.

“Yes,” Eyrx smiles. “You have a very strong floral scent anyway, but that sweet addition is what tells us. It’s like a flower dipped in honey.”

“You also smell like Drake,” Mom says.

“I do?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she laughs. “It just means that your bond is strong and you’ve mated recently.”

“Ah… well… that’s one way to say I smell like I got fucked,” I say, and everyone laughs.

“I have something for you,” Drake says softly. I turn in his lap slightly to look at him as he leans over and grabs a box out of his nightstand.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Open it,” he says. I take the box out of his hands and open it. Inside I find a gold banded ring. It is Ignisium surrounded by gorgeous black obsidian. When I pick it up, I notice that there are flakes of Ignisium on the inside of the band that will lay against my skin. It is inscribed with a language I do not recognize.

“What does it say?” I ask.

“ Shanorak thal drak, il ne varu, ” Drake tells me. “It is an old language called Drakari and it means “bound by fire, we are one.” This ring belonged to the last hybrid queen.”

“Who?” I ask.

“My mother,” he says softly as he slides the ring into place on my finger. He pulls the second band out and it is solid obsidian with flakes of Ignisium in it. I take it out of his hand and see that it is inscribed with the same thing. I softly kissed the ring before slipping it onto his finger. “We are bound until death. Only then are the rings able to be removed.”

“That is…” I say but stop when I can’t find the words. Instead, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him.

“I will burn this world to ash for you, Little Flame. Even in death, I will always be yours,” he tells me softly. “I love you with all my heart, Lysa.”

“I love you too, Drakarus,” I sniffle and snuggle my face into his neck.